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It is the purpose of this work to furnish suitable tunes for the hymns ui " The Sabbath HtmN 
Book," and to bring the hymns and tunes together, so that both may be easily seen at the same open- 
ing of the volume. The tunes are designed to meet the capacity and wants of congregations, though 
it is hoped they will be found to possess interest and appropriateness for choirs. Every hymn con- 
tained in The Sabbath Hymn Book will be found here, and in connection with each hymn, or at the 
same opening of the book, one or more appropriate tunes. All the tunes are also published in a sep- 
arate volume, entitled The Sabbath Tune Book. The series therefore consists of three volumes : — 

The Sabbath Hymn Book, containing Hymns alone. 

The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book, containing Hymns and Tunes. 

The Sabbath Tune Book, containing Tunes alone. 

Two pnncipal methods have prevailed, to a greater or less degree, in the Service of Song in Chris- 
tian worship ; that of the whole Congregation^ and that of a select Choir. The Congregational was the 
primitive method, and the only one known in the earlier history of the Church. The method of sing- 
ing by a choir came into the Church at a later period, with wealth, power, and worldly greatness, and 
it has been her attendant rather in temporal prosperity, than in poverty and adversity. 

At the time of the Reformation, Congregational Singing had become extinct, and the more artistic 
manner of choirs, consisting mostly of an inferior order of the clergy, singing in a language unknown 
to the people, had taken its place. Luther, Calvin, Knox, and others, took early measures to rescue 
the singing service in public worship from the hands of the clergy, and to reinstate it as an exercise 
for the people. As the abuses of the Romish church had led to the rejection of chanting (the primitive 
form of Church Song) the Psalms were translated, or hymns were written in a stanzaic form, and 
adapted to a simple but dignified form of melody, with special reference to the capabilities of the peo- 
ple. The union of the whole assembly in the exercise was regarded as essential. Other liturgical forms 
were rejected ; but this new one of a metrical Psalmody, for the people's simultaneous utterance of 
praise and prayer, was received with great favor, and almost universally practiced. It was no attempt 
on the part of the Reformers to introduce an artistic manner of song, but, on the contrary, a very plaiu 
one, a " highway" of Psalmody, in which " the wayfaring man, though a fool, should not err." 

The Congregational method, thus restored to the churches, was brought to this country by the Prot- 
estant Fathers. It contmued to be their only method for about a century and a half. It is not sur- 
pnsmg that during this period, amidst the deprivations which the new settlements experienced, atten- 
tion to song should have been neglected, nor that, neglected by generation after generation, the 
ability for it should have been well nigh lost. In the early part of the last century the very low con- 
dition of the singing in public worship began to attract the attention of some of the friends of religion, 
and measures were taken by a few of the leading clergymen and others for reform. Hitherto all 
l.ho singing in the American churches had been unisonous, the melody only having been sung ; but 
m 1720 a book of tunes in three parts, " Cantus," "Medius" and " Basus," was published by Rev. 
Thomas Walter. The harmonizing of the tunes in parts undoubtedly grew out of the fact that the 
more elaborate service of choirs had always taken that form both in the Lutheran and the English 
church. In the Protestant churches of Europe generally, metrical Psalmody continues to this day 
to be sung, as it was originally, in unison, and it is at least doubtful whether parts in harmony 
for the choir and unison for the congregation, would not still be the best arrangement for Church 
Song. This new arrangement of tunes in parts led to the formation of choirs. At first, they 
were introduced only as helps to Congregational Singing, but this gradually yielded, as it had done 
before, and the new method advanced with mre and steady progress, until towards the close of the 
last century it had become the almost exclusive metiiod of Church Song. 

And now, within ten or fifteen years, Congregational Singing is again attracting attention, and 
many persons, especially those who look for a higher religious power in Psalmody, are turning 
to it, as a remedy for the evils which have grown out of the exclusive method of choirs, and a» 


promismg to restore to the Church the ahnost lost religious aid of song. It is to be regretted that some, 
ID their zeal for Congregational Singing, have supposed it necessary to set their faces against choirs, 
and have even gone so far as to reject the services of such associations. The faot that choirs have, in 
a great degree, failed to present a method of song truly religious in its influence, is not to be attributed 
wholly to them ; but probably quite as much to those clergymen and people who have mistaken a 
mere musical excitement for the " quickening and raising up of the affections to God." 

That it is unsafe to depend exclusively upon choirs, is abundantly proved in the history of the Church. 
The great danger of such a dependence is, that the whole service will degenerate into a mere attempt 
at musical display. Nor is it safe to trust to the Congregational method alone, for without con- 
stant care, the singing will then be very liable to fall into neglect, and become uninteresting, in- 
effective, and even wearisome. Let the two methods exist together, strengthening one another, 
Congregational Singing can not be dispensed with by those who seek for the rehgious influence of 
Church Song ; and choirs may do much to promote the true service of Psalmody, by their guidance 
Mid encouragement of universal song. Whenever it is practicable, then, let the people who are de- 
sirous of Congregational Singing avail themselves of the advantages to be derived from such choirs as 
formed from among themselves, and disposed to exert a religious influence in the singing exercises, will 
enhst the sympathy and cooperation of afl the people. 

But that the present efforts for Congregational Singing, or that any efforts for the improvement of 
the Service of Song be in any satisfactory degree successful, we regard it as essential that both methods 
be 'practically understood — at least by those who guide this service — since any attempt to build up 
iuo one on the basis of the other must, necessarily, in a great degree fail. Those who seek for Con- 
gregational Singing on the principles of Choir Singing, will probably soon give it up as impracticable, 
and return again to the Chou- Singing as the only available method. 

The Congregational is nature^ s method of praise. It is in a great degree independent of art culture, 
being indeed above art. It is adapted alike to the voices of the young and the old, of the uncultivated 
and of the cultivated. It engages all in the simultaneous exercise of the same emotions, furnishes 
something for every one to do, admits of no listeners, and thus excludes that bane of all true wor- 
ship, criticism. As individual voices are lost in the chorus of the many, one is naturally led to feel 
his own insignificance. That essential feature of Chorus Singing, the blending of voices, by which 
the unpurity of individual tones is neutrahzed, and dissonance harmonized, and in which consists 
in a great degree its strength and its beauty, is obtained almost without effort when many voices, 
(even fifty or a hundred,) join in one melody. It is adapted to awaken within us ideas of greatness. 
Tt belongs to the sublime in tone ; the sublime in nature rather than in art. It may be compared to 
the mountains, which owe their majesty, not to their fertile soil, nor to any elaboration of architectural 
skin, but to that Power which commanded the hght to shine out of darkness, and brought up from 
the depths the rough and diversified materials in which consists the " strength of the hills." The 
mountains are not more necessary to fit the earth to be the habitation of man than is this great 
method of song to the highest development of that religious life which is perfected through Psalmody. 

Choir Singing is the method of art ; and although for the common purposes of Church Song no very 
high degree of artistic attainment is required, yet, that Choir Singing which is worthy of the name, must 
be the result of the proper training of a suitable number of persons who have a more than ordinary por- 
tion of intuitive musical ability. It belongs to the beautiful. It depends upon flowing melody, with 
measure symmetrical, in such soft, elegant, and delicate style as to awaken delight. It may be re- 
garded as one of Zion's "beautiful garments," so that in the proper union of the two methods, it may 
be said of the Service of Song, " strength and beauty are in the sanctuary." 

That we may, if possible, throw still further Ught upon a subject which we consider of vital im- 
portance to the success of Church Song, we will mention some conditions which are indispensable to 
Choir Singing, but not to Congregational Singing. 

1. It is not indispensable, though it is desirable, in order to qualify one to take a part in Congrega- 
tional Singing, that one should be able to read written music. Let properly conducted singing schools 
be maintained, and let all bo encouraged to attend them ; and especially let all children receive, while 
they are yet young, appropriate vocal training, and be practically taught the elements both of music 
and notation. And let all be encouraged, whether they have learned any thing of singing or not, to 
join vocally in the Psalmody as a religious exercise, regarding it as their duty and privilege. 

2. Purity of tone is not indispensable, though it is desirable, to qualify one to unite in Congrega- 
tional Singing. Although one's tone may be of a nasal or guttural quality, he is not to be denied the 
privilege of singmg his Maker's praises in the congregation of the people. Yet it may often be the 


duty of others to exorcise forbearance, and to do whatever circumstances allow for the removal of the 
cause of offense by suitable attempts at cultivation. And it is possible that there may be cases where 
it may be the duty of one to engage only mentally in the exercise, if thereby one may cease to give 
pain to another. 

3. It is not indispensable, though it is desirable, that one should be able to sing in perfect tune, in 
order that he may join the Congregational Psalmody. There are very few persons whose intonation 
is not more or less faulty, but although one may not sing individually in tune, there is a " sympathy 
in sounds" by which, when a multitude sing together, dissonance is resolved, and voices are drawn 
into unison. 

4. It is not indispensable, though it is desirable, that one should be able to appreciate the divisions 
of time, or, as it is more commr)nly expressed, to keep time, in order to engage in Congregational Sing- 
ing. If such a natural, easy movement is taken as is alone well adapted to the singing of a promis- 
cuous assembly, there will be no difficulty in keeping together, and however feeble may be one's per- 
ception of a regular movement, he may safely trust his voice wHh the voices of the many. 

5. It is not indispensable, though it is desirable, in order to unite in Congregational Singing, that 
one's articulation or pronunciation should be exactly right. The words are, indeed, of the utmost 
importance, the indispensable part of a hymnal service, and although we may join devotionally in the 
act of worship in song, even when we do not know the particular subject of the hymn, a^ where the 
service is in a foreign Iciuguage, yet we can not be in union with the assembly in definite thought 
and emotion unless we are in possession of the words. StiU, no one should be excluded from Congre- 
gOitional Singing on account of an inaccurate articulation, whether this arise from a natural defect in 
the organs of speech, or from want of proper culture. 

6. Artistic application of the laws of accent, emphasis, and general expression, is not indispensable, 
though it is important, to qualify one to join in Congregational Singing. There should indeed be ap- 
propriate expression ; but this in one method is quite a different thing from what it is in the other. 
The expression of the mountain is not more unlike that of the vaUey, than the legitimate expression 
of Congregational Singing is unlike that of Choir Song. Let the singing be habitually regarded as a 
truly religious act ; let the people, old and young, be led to engage in it as such ; let this one point be 
taught and guarded from the pulpit ; let G-od be sought habitually and found in the Psalm, and it 
will not lack a suitable expression ; one consisting not so much in the mechanical observance of piano, 
forte, crescendo, diminuendo, or any dynamic notation, as in the more legitimate conditions of a good 
tonal utterance. Let the mouth speak " out of the abundance of the heart," and it will be likely to 
be done with much more propriety than any utterance, however perfect, which arises from the mere 
observance of rules of art. 

As two principal methods of singing have prevailed in the service of the Christian Church, so three 
distinct /or7?w of song have arisen: the Chant, the Anthem, the Metrical Tune. 

The Chant is supposed to have been the primitive form of Church Song; the same in which the 
Saviour himself engaged, when, after he had instituted the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper, he 
sung a hymn with his disciples, before he went out into the Mount of Olives. In its simple 
state it consists in the intoned recitation, or cantilated delivery of the words of the Psalm, being 
the nearest approach to an impassioned and dignified reading, which a retained pitch, or the absence 
of inflection will allow. In chanting, the Psalms may be sung in the very words of the sacred Scrip- 
tures, the highest form of lyric poetry ; metrical arrangement being unnecessary. The Chant is 
adapted to a clear enunciation of the words, and thus tends to make music subordinate to thought, 
and song to religious worship. It is totally dissimilar to all the forms of secular music, and seems to 
preclude the very idea of display. It leaves the mind open to the full impression of the sacred text, 
and is most favorable to a heartfelt expression. It furnishes the most simple form in which many 
voices may unite in a simultaneous utterance of words, and hence, is admirably adapted to tlie 
Congregational method, to which it properly belongs. Children easily acquire it and take great 
delight in it; and it is a most interesting form of worship in Sabbath Schools, as we have tested by 
long experience. 

These remarks, however, are applicable to Chanting in its primitive use, and not to such a hurried, 
" confused and disorderly chattering of the words," or to such a " careless, irreverent manner, without 
a spark of feeling," as, an Eaglish writer observes, is often heard in cathedrals; or to such abuseb as 
have grown out of the modern double and florid chants, and from which Chanting has well nigh ceased 
to be regarded as belonging to the Congregational method. 

The word Anthem is supposed to be derived from the same Greek root as is aniiphony, which signi* 
fies the alternate or responsive manner of singing said to have been introduced into the Western 


churches by Ambrose, in the fourth century. Choir singing probably had Its vj>rigin in anti- 
phonal singing, and henco come Anthems. This form was retained by the English church at the 
tme of the Reformation, though generally rejected elsewhere. In its primitive use it was exclu- 
sively by choirs, yet in a simple form it is quite practicable in Congregational Singing, and may be 
made a feature of much interest and usefulness. 

The Metrical Tune is that form which, although known to a limited extent in earlier times, came 
uito general use in public worship, at the time of the Reformation, and has ever since been retained 
in the Protestant, and in a portion of the Romish church. It was the musical form of the restored method 
of song, in which the people were the actors, and consisted in a simple melody, which, being within 
the compass of all voices, was sung in unison by the congregation. In the G-erman and other 
churches on the continent of Europe, the original character of Congregational Tunes and of Congre- 
gational Singing still continues, and almost universally prevails to this day. But in England the 
mfluence of choirs soon led to the introduction of the different vocal parts, which, although at first 
not intended for the people, were gradually introduced into Congregational Singing, though seldom, 
if ever, in such proportion as to produce any thing like symmetrical harmony. 

The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book is designed as a Manual for Congregational Singing. In re- 
gard to the principles which have guided its editors in the selection of hymns, the reader is referred to 
the Preface to The Sabbath Hymn Book. In setting the hymns to music, we have valued musical 
art, only so far as it might be made to contribute to the religious purpose in view. Music is em- 
ployed as a means and not as an end. Our constant object has therefore been to provide for the best 
religioits expression of the words. 

The aim has been to secure tunes of not merely negative, but of positive merit — tunes possessing 
such salient points as are at once marked and relevant, with such agreeableness of melody, and individ- 
uality of character as shall cause them to be apprehended, quickly learned, easily sung, always remem- 
bered. Tunes free from all such difficulties as would render them impracticable to the musically un- 
learned, and possessing such peculiar excellences as will render them attractive to aU. Xor has it 
been forgotten that the tunes, generally, are to be sung not only in the larger assembly of public 
worship (to which some of them more properly belong), but also in social worship, where, often 
without much musical ability, Christians pray to Grod, and " admonish one another in psalms and 
hymns and spiritual songs." 

It is evident that in preparing a book like the present the most obvious musical material is to be found 
m the well-known tunes which are commonly used. It was an important object to secure as complete a 
collection of these as possible. A circular letter of inquiry was therefore addressed to clergymen and 
those having charge of church music in various parts of the country. Lists of tunes actually in use 
were thus obtained, all of which were carefully compared and collated, and from them an index was 
formed, showing what tunes are most used, and what is the degree of their popularity. This index 
has been employed as a guide in selecting tunes. As many of these tunes are copyright property, it 
may be well to add that the editors have been able to insert every tune which they desired, a privi- 
lege not often enjoyed by the compilers of similar works. Yet notwithstanding all our care and 
facilities it is quite probable that some persons will miss in this collection tunes which are to them 
favorites. There are tunes which have become popular in certain localities, but which are not so gen- 
erally known or of such intrinsic merit, as to claim a place in a collection like this. In the nature of 
things it is probable that hardly any man will find in any such book, every tune which he would be 
glad to have inserted. 

"We have, of course, felt obliged sometimes to sacrifice our own taste to what has appeared to be a 
public demand, and to admit tunes which we regard as having structural defects as tunes for Congre- 
gational Singing. 

The repetition of well-known and most useful tunes is a new feature in this book. Tl ere are a 
few tunes which are very widely known and constantly used. If one of these be presented in but 
one place, it can be in connection with but few hymns, and therefore will not be frequently sung. 
Such tunes are repeated in this volume, some of them several times, and each of them is therefore 
in connection with a large number of hymns. 

The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book contains many New Tunes, or such, be they .^Id or new, 
as are not generally known in our churches. These are needed not merely for the sake or variety, 
though this might be a sufficient reason for their introduction. There are hymns of new meters 
which must be supplied with Tunes ; and there are in some hymns of the more usual meters, pecu- 


Harities of stanzafc form, which in singing require tunes of oorresponding rhythmic or melodic struc- 
ture. Tliere are also hymns presenting such new experiences of Christian life, as can hardly find an 
appropriate musical expression in any of the older melodies. That the new tunes open a wider field 
of musical expression, we believe wiU be readily granted as new hymns to now tunes become 
familiar in religious worship. "We should be very sorry to have the good old tunes superseded— tho 
Old Hundredths and the Dundees should be retained, often sung, and handed down, well known and 
familiar, fi-om generation to generation ; but yet there is not only room, but a real demand, for tunes 
which are new. This department of our work has been enriched by selections fi*om a very wide rango 
of tunes of all denominations of Christians, in different ages and countries. The new tunes have dif- 
ferent degrees of merit, yet all of them may contribute to the appropriateness and variety of worship 
in song. 

The large supply of Double times may be regarded as a new feature in our work. The importance of 
Double tunes consists in the fact that such hymns as contain six or more stanzas, often take up too 
much time when sung through, and that a tune six times repeated may, to those persons whose minds 
are not intensely fixed upon the hymn service, become tiresome. Almost all these Double tunes 
are intended to move quickly, and when properly sung, will be to some extent a remedy for that 
slow manner of singing which Dr. "Watts condemned, and will prevent the necessity for that fi^equent 
abridgment of hymns which weakens the religious effect of the singing exercise. 

The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book provides an increased number of Minor tunes. The necessity 
for these, which have been of late much neglected, arises out of man's emotional nature. If there 
are seasons of sunshine in Christian life, there are also those of clouds and darkness. As, on the one 
hand, there is in every high religious experience a fullness of joy which can find a suitable utterance 
only in the most jubilant strains which musical genius has ever conceived, so, on the other, there is 
a heart-felt sorrow so deep as to be far beyond the expression of any but the more tender accents, the 
wailings (it may be) of minor strains. But without going to extremes, it may in truth be said of the 
Major and Minor in music, that the common experiences of Christian life seem to require, perhaps 
equally, the animating and invigorating strauis of the one, and the tenderly sympathizing and plaintive 
influences of the other. The educational power of music must be much abridged, if it be confined to 
the Major mode. Still, as some choirs and congregations are unaccustomed to Minor tunes, they 
will generally find, opposite to the Minor, and at the same opening of the book, a tune in the Major 
mode, ap^hcable in some degree to the same hymns which can be most appropriately sung with tho 
Minor tune. 

In our adaptation of Minor tunes to hymns, we have not been unmindful of the fact that the pro- 
priety of this depends not only upon the emotional character of the words, but also upon times and 
seasons, and we have sometimes followed the beautiful example of the Episcopal church, which, in the 
time of her lenten fastings, sings her jubilant canticles in plaintive Minor strains. 

The rhythmic form, which is regarded as, in general, the best for metrical tunes, especially for such 
as are designed for the simultaneous song of many people, is that which, with the exception of the 
initial and terminal of each line or couplet, consists mostly in tones of equal length. Examples 
of tunes in this form are on pages 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 26, 27. "This," says Rev. Mr. Havergal of 
"Worcester, England, " is generally the old form, the traditional form, and the only one which all 
singers feel to be natural" In this form the older tunes were formerly printed, both in England and in 
this country, so that in reprinting "The Old Hundredth," "Dundee," and other tunes as we have done 
in this work, we do not alter them from but restore them to the original. After much observation and 
practical experience we are fully persuaded that this form furnishes the best movement for metrical 
Psalms and Hymns. The longer initials and terminals enable all the people to begin and to close 
the line together, and also afford a moment for rest at the end of each line, while the inter- 
mediate shorter tones are most favorable to the simultaneous utterance of each word and syllable as 
with one voice. But the greatest advantage, perhaps, is that it enables a choir or congregation to siug 
together in a quicker movement than any other, yet is at the same time conducive to that simple 
Btrength and dignity which should ever characterize the union of many voices in sacred song. 

That we may not be mistaken as to what we mean by quicker movement, we will add that " The 
Old Hundredth" has been often sung so slowly as to occupy a minute and a half, or even more, in its 
performance, whereas we suppose, that if sung in its original time, it would not take more than from forty 
to fifty seconds. The time of this tune, and indeed of all tunes in this rhythmic form, may be learned 
by using a pendulum of from thirty-five to forty-five inches in length, each beat of which will give tho 
time of one of the intermediate or shorter tones. "We do not mean that all these tunes are to b© sung, 

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or that any one tune is always to oe sung in exactly i .e same time ; there will naturally be a slight vari^ 
ation, depending upon the hymn, and the circumstauct^s of the occasion. We deem it important, how- 
ever, to remark that there should never be any apparent change of time, during the singing of a 
hymn; but one movement should be preserved throughout all the stanzas, however they may appear 
to differ. 

A second rhythmic form, one which has become very popular within the last twenty -five or thirty 
fears, consists of tones mostly of two lengths, as before, but in alternate groups of two. The tunes 
Hebron, Denfield, Downs, Boylston, afford specimens of this rhythm. A pendulum of from thirty to 
forty inches will give the time for the shorter tones in these tunes. It is most important in this class 
of tunes, that every approach to staccato in the short tones be carefully avoided ; on the contrary, they 
should usually be sung quite hgaio, and sustained to their full length. On the other hand, the longer 
tones must not be too long. Indeed there may be a little accommodation between the two, so that 
the shorter tones may be, as it were, a little longer, and the longer tones a little sHorter, than the 
exact time indicated by the notes, but this must be done without breaking up a proper distinction be- 
tween the two, or disturbing the general choriambic character. 

A third rhythmic form consists of tones of two lengths as before, but mostly in groups of four. 
The tunes Uxbridge and Olden illustrate this form. A pendulum of from thirty to thirty-six inches 
will give the time. The remark in respect to the accommodation between the tones of different lengths, 
applies also to this rhythm. 

A fourth class includes tunes in which the longer and shorter tones regularly alternate ; Ortonville, 
Ray, Rayford, Anley, and many other Tunes belong to this class. A pendulum from sixteen to 
twenty-four inches will give the time of quarter notes in these tunes. A somewhat modified form of 
this general rhythmic structure may be seen in the tunes Becker, Albon, "Ware, Albec, and others. 
These tunes, on account of the prevalence of the shorter tones, require a somewhat slower movement, 
OS indicated by a pendulum of from twenty to twenty-six inches. Again, another modification of the 
form may be found in such tunes as Bethany and Grlyn, which, because of the prevalence of the 
longer tones, require a somewhat quicker movement, as of a pendulum of ten or twelve inches in 

Each of the foregoing classes, with slight exceptions, is adapted to a syllabic utterance, or the sing, 
ing of a single tone to each syllable. The last is, perhaps, somewhat less adapted to Congregational 

A fifth rhythmic form includes tunes in equal (double or quadruple) measure, embracing a greater 
variety in the length of tones, brought together with less regard to the symmetrical relation of length, 
and containing syncopes, suspensions, etc. See Duke Street, Federal Street, Lanesborp', Eman, Ham- 
burg, Lyte, "Ward, Dedham, Medfield. 

Tunes in unequal (triple or sextuple) measure, but in other respects similar to class five, may be 
brought together as the last rhythmic class which we need to present. Illustrative of this class, 
are Howard, St. Martins, Roth well, Abridge, Mendon, AU Saints, Thatcher. A pendulum of from 
twenty-five to thirty inches will indicate the time of the quarter notes in the last two varieties. 

There may be a few tunes which can hardly be assigned to either of the above classes, but in re- 
gard to all, whatever may be the movement, sufficient time must always be taken to speak the words 
with propriety ; for nothing merely musical can justify a movement, be it quick or slow, which shall 
interfere with an appropriate delivery of the words. 

The Adaptation of Tunes to Bymns is a department of our labor upon which most careftil consider- 
ation has been bestowed, in the belief that it is of great importance to the usefiilness of religious 
song. This has, indeed, been by far the most difficult department of labor in the preparation of this 
volumel A good hymn may be sung to a good tune, and the two together form an unsatisfactory whole. 
One may prove a detriment rather than an assistance to the other. The mere metrical fitness of one 
for the other, though necessary, is a simple, and the very lowest consideration. The music must be 
suitable to express the emotion which the words describe or imply. A first question then is, what 
is the emotional condition which the hymn supposes ? A second question is, what strains will best 
assist the expression of this emotion ? Is the hymn one of worship, or is it merely didactic, hortatory, 
or descriptive ? Does it imply direct or immediate homage, or only that which is indirect or mediate ? 
Those questions have been minutely considered at every step. 

Our experience has led us to reject all such aids to musical expression as the marginal marks 
found in some books of psalmody. We are satisfied of the injurious effects of such notation. It 
encourages, almost necessitates, a dramatic spirit in singing, which is wholly at variance with the 
spirit of worship. 


Carefiil attention has also been given to such peculiarities of rhythmical and poetical structure as are 
Ibund in some of the hymns. Instances may be cited in hymns 8, 292, 298, 339, 35t, 411, 556, 718, 
1004, 1092, 1267, and many others. 

It has been supposed that it would be interesting, where it could be done without detriment in other 
respects, to set the old versions of the Psalms to corresponding old tunes sung also in early times. 
Instances m which this has been done are in hymns 13, 31, 32, 46, 48, 65, 220, 230, 243, 336. 

There will generally be found at each opening of the book two tunes, either of which is adapted to 
all the hymns upon the two pages. Commonly one of these is a well-known tune ; and the other, one 
which is less familiar, or entirely new. This arrangement has also enabled us, where we have felt 
compelled in deference to its popularity to insert a tune which we can not regard as free from serious 
iefects, to give in connection with the same hymns a tune of better structure. Care has also been 
Aken to preserve, as far as possible, estabhshed associations between hymns and tunes. 

The hymns in this book are not arranged in numerical order as in the Sabbath Hymn Book. From 
the plan of the work, it was impossible that this should be done without sacrificing the proper adap- 
tation of tunes to hymns. Yet it was deemed of great importance, for convenience m using the two 
books in the same congregation, that the hymns should be numbered alike in both books. It is sup- 
posed that the clergyman will always find it most convenient to use " The Sabbath Hymn Book ' 
m selecting his hymns, because of its topical arrangement. When both books are used in the same 
congregation, it being understood that in the announcement of the page, reference is always made to 
" The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book," the hymn may be given out thus: " 7 1st Hymn ; 42d page." 
Those who have only the Hymn Book will then turn immediately to the liymn by its number, while 
those who have the Hymn and Tune Book, will find it with equal ease by the page. 

The Chants contained in The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book, are mostly those of the best 
BngMsh composers, and the few new ones are upon the same primitive Anghcan model. 

A new feature, at least in this country, in a book for Congregational Singing, is the introduction of 
short, easy Anthems. The words of these are mostly from the Psalms, and are peculiarly appropriate 
to the various occasions of public worship. The music is easy, and quite practicable to congregations 
which are willing to make a httle efifort to learn it. They will be found useful for choirs as weU as 

The Anthem No. 14 may derive some interest from the fact that it has been supposed to be an 
ancient Hebrew melody, and substantially the same as was used in the Temple worship. 

Two of the Indexes in this volume refer to the numbers of the hymns, and not to the pages. The 
pages will be easily ascertained by reference to the Table on page II. It was found that the attempt 
to include in each case in these Indexes a reference to the page, as well as the number of the hymn, 
besides occupying a very large amount of space, would confuse the mind, and be inconvenient m 
many respects. 

As we have aheady remarked, Congregational ^.inging may be led by a Chou*. It may be led by a 
Precentor ; yet he, if he is truly interested in his work, and if he sustains a proper relation to the 
congregation, would almost immediately gather around him a few aiding voices. In either case the 
accompaniment of an Organ, Organ Harmonium, or Melodeon, will be important. The choir, who lead, 
must be content to sing in a plain, simple manner, without any attempt at artistic effect. They 
should avoid every thing which tends to confuse the congregation or to discourage the general par- 
ticipation in the song ; and they should furnish a full volume of sound with which the people can 
readily unite. It is better that all should sing the melody, at least until the congregation become very 
thoroughly acquainted with it, and, under all circumstances, it is important that this part should be 
well sustained by men's voices. The singing of the four different parts is in fact singing four different 
tunes, and this causes confusion to those who have made little musical proficiency. These remarks 
may apply, also, in part at least, to the manner of playing the organ, which should have for its constant 
object the assisting of the people, all the people, in their song, and should avoid every thing having <, 
tendency to mislead or confuse them. 

Tunes should be used with which the congregation are familiar. New tunes may be introduced, 
one at a time, with more or less frequency, according to the facility with which the people learn them 
The same tunes should be frequently repeated, since familiarity with the tune is necessary to any high 
degree of reUgious influence in the singing exercise. It is not an uncommon thmg, in the German 
congregations, to hear the same tune to two hymns during the same service. 

It is important that every one in the congregation make, and continue, the effort to unite in the sing 
ing. If a man utter no sound which can be heard even by the person at his side, a good example 9k 
•ast, is set which may encourage some one else to sing who would otherwise remain silent. 


It is desirable that those who can do so should sing heartily, with open mouth and. ftJl yolco, and 
not in the smothered, uncertain manner, which is too common, and affords poor encouragement and 
assistance to others. 

The advantage of occasional meetings for singing need hardly be alluded to. We have reference now, 
not to the usual singing school, the object of which is to teach those who attend to read music, though 
it is most desriable that such should be encouraged, but to gatherings of all the people for the purpose 
of learning the tunes chiefly by rote. These should not degenerate into mere singing, but should be 
religious meetings. Let the hymns be sung through, and this with meaning. Success in Congregational 
Singing can not be expected without effort. There must be a willingness on the part of the people to 
make and persevere in this effort. 

Finally, each one should make the song his own, assuming the words as real expressions of the in- 
ward sense of his own souL Even although they may not always be strictly applicable to one'e 
circumstances, yet sympathizing with others, we should surely in this universal and deUghtfiil 
Song Service, rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. An esteemed writer, 
already quoted, in speaking of the old tunes, says: "If we would have these old tunes to perfec- 
tion, we must attain more of the old-fashioned piety with which they were formerly sung." If 
music be substituted for religion, and singing for devotion, the best tune and the best voices wiU 
neither increase religion, nor aid devotion. Unless Congregational Singing rest upon a religious foun- 
dation, it will be like the house buUt upon the sand. Unless it be conducted as a religious duty and 
privilege, it will fail to secure its legitimate ends. But where it is attempted and pursued in a right 
spirit and with proper efforts, there is no danger from the want of artistic culture. 

" "We now offer ' The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book' to the churches, invoking the blessing of the 
Great Head of the Church upon our labors, that they may meet the wants of devout worshipers, ari 
especially that they may be found conducive to the spirituality of ' The Service of Song in the House 
ef the Lord.'" 



ASTMYVB, MA88., March, 18S0. 



1 ..Judaon 358 

2 .'Montgomery 176 

3 ..Sarah J. Hale 323 

4 . .Miss H. M. Williams. . 370 

5 ..Tate— Brady 319 

6 ..Watts 277 

7 66 

8 ..J. Wesleyf 146 

9 ..Mrs. Steele , 388 

10 ..Heber 147 

11 ..Watts 20 

12 ..Lyte 22 

13 ..Miltonf 18 

14 ..Watts 52 

15 ..Watts 52 

16 ..Watts Ill 

17 ..Tate— Brady 68 

18 ..Lyte 38 

19 ..Watts 50 

20 ..Watts 38 

21 ..Watts 42 

22 ..Stennett 22 

23 ..Watts 34 

24 ..G.Burder 387 

25 ..Montgomery 282 

26 ..Watts.....*. 46 

27 ..Watts 26 

28 ..Tate— Brady 142 

29 ..Montgomery 32 

30 53 

31.. Sternhold — Hopkins. .. 17 

82 ..Tate— Brady 17 

33 ..Watts 53 

34 ..Watts 17 

85 . . Montgomery 78 

36 ..Watts 374 

37 53 

88 ..Watts 72 

^9 ..Goode 400 

40 ..Tate— Brady 26 

41 ..Mrs. Barbauldf 274 

42 ..Cowper 292 

43 ..Watts 38 

44 ..Watts 54 

45 ..Watt* 42 

4:Q ..Old Latin Hymn 115 

47 ..SirR. Grant 309 

48 ..Ken 49 

49 ..J. Wesley 22 

50 ..Rosenmoth 269 

51 ..Hawkesworth 389 

52 ..Tate— Brady 19 

53 ..Watts 22 

5^ ..Hayroard 24 

55 ..Newton 136 

56 ..Zuinger,tr. by Merrick. 36 

57 ..Wm.Mason 227 

68 ..Cotteril 24 

59 ..Watts 44 

60 ..Mr$. Barbauld 34 

61 ..Stennett 288 

63 ..Watts J 241 


63 144 

64: ..Mrs. Brown 214 

65 ..Ken 49 

Q 6 ..Mrs. Steele 114 

67 ..Watts 358 

68 ..Keble 42 

69 ..Edmeston 234 

70 392 

71 ..Watts 42 

72 ..C. Wesley 340 

73 ..Watts 303 

74.. Montgomery 20 

75 ..Edmeston...^ 289 

76 ..S.F.Smith 202 

77 ..Brown 307 

78 278 

79 ..Montgomery 370 

80 358 

81 28 

82 ..Kelly 376 

83 ..Tate— Brady 70 

84 ..Newton 388 

85 ..PaJmer 387 

86 ..Burder 407 

87 ..Hart 49 

88 294 

89 ..Watts 292 

90 ..Montgomery^ 82 

91 ..Newton 363 

92 172 

93 ..Newton 387 

94 ..Gibbons 380 

95 ..E. T. Fitch 182 

96 30 

97 41 

98 ..Conder 66 

99 ..Fawcett 84 

100 ..Watts 30 

101 172 

102 ..Watts 33 

103 ..Watts 30 

104 ..Montgomery 150 

105 ..Mernck 150 

106 372 

107 ..Watts 88 

108 ..Lyte 166 

109 ..Watts 48 

110 ..Ogilvie 47 

111 ..Watts ' 48 

112 ..Watts 65 

113 ..Montgomery. 107 

114 24 

1 in ..SirR. Grant. 58 

116 ..Oliver 59 

117 ..Smart 36 

118 ..Watts 26 

119 ..Addison 90 

120 ..Watts 25 

121 ..Watts 46 

122 ..Turner 274 

123 ..Walts 86 

124 ..Sternhold 80 


125 ..Conder 57 

126... 19 

127 ..Doddridge 358 

128 65 

129 ..Blacklock 30 

130 ..H. K. White 76 

131 ..H. K. White 76 

132 ..Watts 18 

ISS ..Mrs. Steele.... 86 

IS 4: ..Watts 240 

135 ..Watts 274 

136 ..Farts 307 

137 51 

138 ..Conder 280 

139 ..Thomson 68 

14:0 ..Madame Guyon 388 

141 ..Watts 182 

142 ..Watts 274 

143 ..Tate— Brady 76 

144 ..Watts 337 

145 ..Watts 31 

146 ..Watts 290 

147 ..Watts 69 

148 ..Gibbons 73 

149 322 

150 124 

151 ..Bowring 193 

152 72 

153. .J. Young 62 

154 ..Watts 48 

155 ..Needham 307 

156 ..Tate— Brady 70 

157 ..Watts 48 

158 ..Mrs. Steele ;. 69 

159 ..Watts 75 

160 ..Tate— Brady 49 

161 ..Watts 330 

162 ..Watts 176 

163 ..Watts 43 

164 '..Watts 388 

165 ..WaUs 75 

166 ..Watts 64 

167.. Wrangham, 19 

168 ..Watts 40 

169 ..Watts 214 

170 ..Tate— Brady 44 

171 ..Watts 383 

172 359 

173 28 

174 ..Watts 389 

175 31 

176 ..Doddridge 138 

177 ..Tate— Brady 73 

178 ..Watts 116 

179 ..Watts 65 

180 ..Kirkham 270 

181 ..Tate— Brady 86 

182 ..Needham 75 

183 ..Watts 117 

184: ..Watts 80 

185 ..E.Scott 336 

186 ..FawceU 359 




187 ..Watts 70 

188 ..Watts 41 

189 ..Watts 83 

190 ..March 197 

191 78 

192 ..Watts 90 

193 ..Watts 168 

194:. .Watts 138 

195 68 

196 ..Al/ord 18 

197 ..Watts 298 

198 241 

199 ..Watts 76 

200 403 

201 ..Mrs. Steele 210 

202 ..Addison 313 

20 S ..Mrs. Steele 130 

204 ..Heginhotham 92 

205 ..Heginhotham 220 

206 ..Merrick 202 

207 ..Bowring 386 

208 ..Latrobe 324 

209 53 

210 ..Lyte 94 

211 ..Addison, 370 

212 ..Mrs. Steele 371 

213 ..Logan 359 

214 ..Heginhotham 190 

215 ..AnnaL. Waring 280 

216 ..Doddndgef 359 

217 ..Watts 160 

218 ..Tate— Brady 371 

219 ..Addison 309 

220 313 

221 ..Warn 88 

232 370 

223 ..WaUs 33 

224 . .Montgomery 33 

235 ..Watts 91 

236 ..Montgomery 384 

227 ..Sandtjs 28 

228 ..Miltonf 120 

229 ..Tate— Brady 199 

230 ..Tate— Brady 178 

231 ..Montgomery 136 

233 ..Watts 338 

233 231 

2 S4t ..Mrs. Steele 336 

235 ..Watts 303 

236 ..Cow2)er 80 

237 ..Palmer 241 

238 ..Watts 103 

239 ..Conder 208 

240 143 

241 ..Beddome 103 

24c2 ..Hervey 101 

243 178 

244 100 

245 81 

24:6 ..Watts 33 

247 ..C.Wesley 178 

248 ..Watts 87 

249 193 

250 ..Doddridge 83 

251 ..Watts 87 

253 ..Watts 92 

253 ..C. Wesley 217 

254 ..Watts 304 

255 ..Watts 106 

256 ..Wardlaxo 200 

257 ..Lyte 296 

258 ..WaUs 116 

259 ..Lyte 44 

260 ..C. Wesley 348 

261 ..Lanqford 28 

262 ..WatU 200 


363. .Martin Luther 114 

364 ..Bonar 209 

265 ..Rohinson 193 

266 ..Heber 79 

267 200 

268 ..Tate 113 

269 ..Cawood 218 

270 ..C.Wesley 391 

271 Ill 

272 ..Sears 231 

273 63 

274: ..Doddridge 117 

275 .'.Watts 91 

376 ..Bownng 391 

377 ..Watts 200 

278 ..From the German.. .. 29 

379 132 

280 ..Watts 184 

381 ..Enfield 380 

383 108 

283 ..A. C.Coxe 146 

284 303 

385 ..Bache 114 

386 ..Beddome 286 

387 ..Watts 179 

288 ..Cowper 371 

389 ..Milman 140 

290 ..Montgomery 163 

291 ..Hart 163 

393 ..Tappan 224 

393.. Suggested hy Gerhard. 356 

394 148 

395 234 

396 393 

39 7 ..Francis 294 

29S ..Stennett 234 

399 . Watts 130 

300 ..Cowper 90 

301 ..Cotvper 96 

302 141 

303 ..Watts 313 

304 332 

305 ..Watts 380 

306 ..Stennett. 376 

307 130 

30 8 ..Beddome 9 8 

309 ..Watts 117 

310 ..Watts 337 

211 ..Mrs. Steele 303 

313 ..Watts 98 

313 174 

314: ..Bonar 237 

315 ..Bonar 311 

316 ..Watts 393 

317.. Bowring 173 

318 ..C. Wesley 63 

319 ..Kelly 93 

330 303 

331 103 

333 134 

333 ..Mrs.Steele 210 

324 ..Watts 104 

325 ..Watts 87 

336 357 

337 ..Mrs.Steele 34 

3 28 ..S. Stennett 105 

339 ..Beed 198 

330 ..Haweis 379 

331 ..Hnmmx)nd 106 

333 ..Stennett 40 

333 ..Cennick 54 

334 ..Binney 54 

335 133 

3 36.. Gregory., tr. hy Palmer. 115 

337 ..Watts 201 

338 ..WatU 112 


339 ..Montgomery 74 

340 144 

341 144 

342 ..Watts 376 

343 40 

344 ..Oliver 59 

345 ..Kingsbury 400 

346 27 

347 ..Shirley 82 

348 ..Watts 168 

349 ..C. Wesley 58 

350 ..Watts 81 

351 ..Watts 60 

352 ..Watts 98 

353 ..Old Latin Hymn. 166 

354 ..Cudworth 127 

355 ..Kelly 374 

356. .Doddridge 13 8 

357 110 

358 ..Watts 230 

35 9 ..Doddridge 128 

360 ..Collyer 166 

361 123 

362 ..C. Wesley 64 

363 ..Tate— Brady 201 

364 ..Montgomery 65 

365 124 

366 ..Bathurst 124 

3 67 ..Conder 226 

3 68 ..C. Wesley 94 

369 .. 73 

370 120 

371 ..Bakewell 218 

372 ..S.M. Waring 242 

373 352 

374. ..Mrs. Steele 230 

375 ..Mrs. Steele 330 

376 ..Kelly 63 

377 ..Kelly 372 

378 ..Watts 27 

379 ..Duncan 113 

380 ..Kelly 166 

381 ..Doddridge 87 

382 166 

383 ..Mrs. Steele 94 

384 ..Bonar 301 

385 ..Watts 92 

386 ..Kelly 393 

387 ..Lyte 201 

388 ..Newton 364 

389 228 

390 112 

391 ..C. Wesley 63 

393 ..Montgomery 126 

393 ..Pope\ 57 

394 84 

395 ..Heginhotham 142 

396 203 

397 203 

398 386 

399 ..Bickersteth 234 

400 407 

401 23 

403 ..C. Wesley 103 

4tO 3 ..Mrs. Steele 252 

404 ..Zinzendorf 350 

405 ..Bonar 184 

406 105 

407 ..Kelhf 301 

408 ..C. Wesley 368 

409 ..C. Wesley 368 

410 368 

4:11 ..Mrs. Steele 196 

4:12 ..Sir R Grant 309 

413 ..m,ffl£8....'. 290 

414 ..Newton 20^4 




415 ..Macduff. 167 

416 202 

417 ..Cowper 304 

418 ..Bonar 284 

419 ..Nevin 193 

^20 ..Mrs. Steele 182 

431 ..Bonar 192 

422 56 

423 ..Heber 351 

424 ..Watts 214 

425 ..Toplady 372 

426 219 

427 242 

428 ..H.K. White 122 

429 ..Fawcett 94 

430 56 

431 ..Medle:;. 122 

432 ..Doddridge.. 339 

433 ..Medley , 37 

434 140 

435 ..Mrs. Steele 95 

^SQ ..Mrs. Steele 142 

437 292 

438 ..Newton 192 

439 95 

440 ..Watts 25 

441 ..Newton 116 

442 ..Newton 20 3 

443 ..Hebarf 351 

444 ..Bonar 160 

445 ..Doane 38 

446 ..Bonar.... 118 

447 ..Reed.... 148 

448 ..Montgomery 176 

449 ..Heber.. 206 

450 260 

451 . . Latin Hymn translated 

by Palmer.... 354 

452 ..Hart 272 

453 ..Beddome 168 

454 ..Browne 135 

455 ..Watts 364 

456 351 

457 ..Reed 66 

458 67 

459 ..Mrs.Steele 184 

460 108 

461 ..C. Wesley 344 

462 ..Watts 187 

4:63 ..T.Scott 135 

464 ..Montgomery 346 

465 ..Watts 276 

466 ..Lyte 156 

467 123 

468 81 

469 ..Bonar 21 

470 ..Bonar 408 

471 318 

472 ..Montgomery 368 

473 82 

474 145 

475 137 

476 145 

477 ..Watts 63 

478 ..Watts 281 

479..»ra<«« 91 

480 ..Sir R.Grant. 92 

481 ..Watts 330 

482 ..Watts 330 

483 ..Cowper 34 

484 ..Fatt* 88 

4^85 ..Mrs. Steele 68 

4:8 Q ..Watts 19 

487 ..Watts 228 

488 ..FawceU 214 

489 ..Watta 364 


490 ..Watts 182 

491 390 

492 ..Watts 344 

493 ..Watts 275 

494 ..Watts 380 

495 ..C. Wesley 348 

4^6 ..Montgomery 340 

497 ..Dwight 213 

498 ..Watts 344 

499 ..Wattsf 286 

500 ..Watts 320 

501 ..Watts 293 

502 ..C. Wesley 216 

503 118 

504 184 

505 108 

506 118 

507 118 

508 ..Watts 384 

509 ..Mrs. Steele 170 

510 ..Doddridge 252 

511 123 

512 ..W.B.Collyerf. 364 

513 260 

514 ..Mrs. Barbauld 203 

515 310 

516 ..Dobell 272 

517 ..Allenf 295 

518 ..Hartf 295 

519 100 

520 ..Haweis 100 

521 ..Thornby 152 

522 ..Knox 323 

523 199 

524 ..Boden 278 

525 ..Bowring 114 

526 340 

527 367 

528 ..iVeOTn 386 

529 39 

530 318 

531 ..Mrs. Steele 225 

532 352 

533 119 

534 162 

535 330 

536 ..Reed 294 

5 'dl ..T.Scott 150 

538 ..Collyer 188 

539 ..C.Wesley 260 

540 ..Doddridgef 336 

541 ..Ch-egg 164 

542 ..Th. Hastings 243 

543 ..Fawcett 320 

544 164 

545 ..C. Wesley 246 

54Q ..S.F. Smith 260 

547 ..Doddridge 404 

548 ..Watts 255 

549 ..Mrs. Steele 275 

550 314 

551 ..Bonar 194 

552 ..Watts 182 

553 140 

554 ..Newton 343 

555 ..Watts 236 

5 5 6 ..From the Oerman. ... 318 

557 ..Watts 275 

558 ..J(mes 148 

559 ..CharloMe Elliott 35 2 

560 ..Stennett 174 

561 ..Turner 363 

562 ..Watts 174 

563 ..C. Wesley 340 

564 ..J.Wesley 225 

1565 ..B(mar 170 


566 ..Watti 135 

567 ..Cowper 286 

568 ..Newton 174 

569 243 

570 235 

571 ..Watts 248 

572 331 

573 ..Heber 350 

574 ..C. Wesley^ 378 

575 ..Raffles 278 

576 ..C. Wesley 250 

577 ..C. Wesley 338 

578 ..C. Wesley 360 

519 ..Stennett 250 

580 ..Watts 291 

581 ..C. Wesley 213 

582 . .Mrs. Steele 168 

583 ..Watts.... 175 

584 344 

585 ..Morrison 143 

586 235 

587 ..Watts 175 

588 ..C. Wesley 67 

589 ..Newton 261 

590 ..Doddridgef 404 

591 ..Watts 250 

592 ..Rafflxs 408 

593 ..C.WesUy 236 

594 ..Watts 345 

595 ..Watts 345 

596 ..Watts 345 

597 328 

598 ..Merrick 337 

599 ..Montgomery 286 

600 ..Watts 250 

601 ..Watts 240 

602 ..Newton 306 

603 349 

604 ..C. Wesley 408 

605 115 

606 254 

607 ..Beddome 298 

608 ..Mrs. Steele 329 

609 ..Doddridge 54 

610 128 

611 ..Browne 251 

612 ..J.Taylor 260 

613 ..Tate— Brady 251 

614 ..Hillhouse^ 165 

615 ..Collyer 240 

616 ..Mrs.Steele 175 

617 -..Newton 329 

618 ..Watts 342 

619 ..Watts 336 

620 ..Mrs.Steele 251 

621 ..Newton 343 

622 ..C. Wesley 341 

623 ..Bonar 261 

624 ..Conder 246 

625 287 

626 ..Mrs. Steele 228 

627 ..Cowper 190 

628 ..Kelly. 230 

029 ..Watts 281 

630 ..Mrs. Steele 342 

631 ..C. Wesley 216 

632 ..Newton 246 

633 ..Mrs. Torrey 254 

634 ..C. Wesley 298 

635 ..C. Wesley 364 

636 ..Heath 107 

637 ..Mrs. Steele 290 

638 232 

639 ..Sir R. Grant 369 

640 393 

641 133 




642 ..Lyte 281 

643 ..Waits 69 

644. .ira«« 228 

645 ..WutU 331 

646 ..From the German. .. . 165 

647 . . Madame Guyon 39 7 

648 ..Robimoni 173 

649 ..From the French 218 

650 ..Watts 77 

651 ..Ryland 238 

652. .Montgomery 185 

653 ..Moir 179 

654 ..Tate^Brady 95 

655 ..FTato 343 

656 298 

657 ..Ryland 66 

658 175 

659 ..Lyte... 235 

660 149 

661 334 

662 ..C. Wesley 217 

663 265 

664 ..a Wesley 185 

665 ..Mrs. Steele I49 

666 406 

667 ..Mrs. Steelef 343 

668 ..Mrs. Steele 55 

669 ..Tate— Brady 77 

670 ..Cowper 405 

671 ..Tate— Brady 299 

672 110 

673 180 

674: ..Watts 55 

675 ..Gerhard 160 

6 76 ..Gerhard 161 

677 ..Montgomery. 219 

678 185 

679 285 

680 ..Toplady 383 

681 ..Swain 374 

682 ..Cotton 128 

683 ..J. Wesley 204 

684 ..Watts 96 

685 ..Xavier 154 

686.. Bernard tr. by Palmer. 185 

687 ..Bernard 120 

6S8 ..G.DuffwldJr 100 

689 ..Palmer 338 

690 ..Watts 130 

691 325 

692 332 

693 ..Montgomery 390 

694 140 

695 ..Newton 232 

696 338 

697 120 

698 ..Doddridge 220 

699 197 

700 ..Heginbotham 143 

701 ..Toplady 206 

7 O'i ..Mrs. Steele 186 

703 ..C. Wesley 36 

704 ..C. Wesley 216 

705 ..C. Wesley 128 

706 ..Bernard 121 

707 339 

708 ..Cowper 405 

709 ..Cowper 150 

710 ..J. Wesley 66 

711 247 

712 ..Heginbotham 251 

713 212 

714 ..MCheyne 373 

715 ..MCheyne 373 

716 ..Bonar 93 

717 ..Bonar 170 


718 ..S.F.Smith 318 

719 ..Macduff. 93 

720 354 

721 ..Toplady 101 

722 ..Palmer 855 

723 ..Raffles 147 

7 "Z 4: ..Watts 213 

725 ..Toplady 349 

726 ..C. Wesley 196 

727 ..C. Wesley 240 

728 ..C. Wesley 360 

7 29 ..Bathurst 102 

730 196 

731 ..Palmer 102 

732 ..Mrs.SteeU 206 

733 ..Newton 237 

7 ^4t ..Montgomery 404 

735 ..Cennick 60 

7 '6 6 ..Doddridge 149 

737 268 

738 134 

739 ..T.Scott 288 

740 ..SirR. Grants 247 

741 247 

742 362 

743 ..J. Wesley 168 

744 ..C. Wesley 206 

745 362 

746 ..Bonar... 379 

74 7 ..Bonar I54 

748 ..Bonar 342 

749 304 

7 5Q ..Mrs. Steele 141 

751 ..Watts 171 

752 141 

753 161 

754 ..Watts 125 

755 ..iVew;to7i 289 

756 ..Watts 248 

757 256 

758 384 

759 ..Hastings 234 

760 217 

761 129 

762 ..Lyte 331 

763 ..Baxter 154 

764 ..Nevin 101 

765 ..Bernard 303 

766 237 

767 224 

768 ..C. Wesley 134 

769 ..a Wesley 161 

770 ..Milman 232 

771 353 

772 ..J. Taylor 295 

773 223 

774 ..Gallaudet 342 

775 ..Watts 98 

776 409 

777 404 

778 237 

779 ..Wre/ord 339 

780 ..Cowper 197 

781 ..Conder 319 

782 270 

783 ..Medley 212 

784 222 

785 134 

786 ..Doddridge 253 

787 ..C.Wesley 206 

788 ..Reed 324 

789 108 

790 ..Doddridgef 176 

791 121 

792 109 

793 109 


794 ..S.F.Smith 155 

795 155 

796 ..J. B.Monsell 263 

79 7 ..Watts 35 

798 ..Gregg 55 

79 9 ..Fellowsf 44 

800 ..Kirkham 155 

861 ..G.N. Allen 158 

802 ..Kelly 205 

803 ..C. Wesley 334 

804 ..Furness 265 

865 ..Mrs. Barhauld 158 

806 241 

807 ..Bonar 232 

808 136 

809 ..Bernard 121 

810 ..Watts 389 

811 ..Watts 293 

812 ..Mrs.Rowe 109 

81^ ..Montgomery, 410 

814 ..Whiitier .• 143 

815 ..Watts 60 

816 ..Watts 288 

817 ..Watts 236 

818 ..Newton\ 207 

819 ..C. Wesley.. 410 

820 ..Waits 238 

821 ..Watts 186 

822 ..Oberlin 225 

823 ..J.WesUy 205 

824 ..WatU 86 

825 ..Waits 45 

826 ..Watts 229 

8'i7 ..Montgomery 238 

828 169 

829 ..Mrs. Cotterill 134 

830 141 

831 ..Montgomery 334 

8Z2 ..Doddridge 164 

833.. Windham 150 

834 ..Beddome. 410 

835 67 

836 ..Wesley 67 

837 ..Palmer 164 

838 261 

8 S9 ..Mrs. Steele.. 225 

840 ..Watts 410 

84:1 ..From the German. 409 

842 180 

843 ..Raffles 224 

844.. Charlotte Elliott 353 

845 ..Stowell 289 

846 ..Mrs, Steele 191 

847 143 

848 ..Beddome 287 

849 ..Greek Hjmn 389 

850 ..Watts 365 

851 ..Watts 132 

852 105 

853 ..Cowper 248 

854 ..Newton 130 

855 ..Logan 319 

856 ..Montgomery 326 

857 ..Fawcett.... 194 

858 ..Watts 221 

859 ..Swain 158 

860 ..Watts 46 

861 ..Waits 252 

862 ..Lyte 207 

863 ..Watts 134 

864 ..Mrs Barbauld 289 

865 365 

866 ..Watts 248 

867 363 

868 ..Montgomery 204 

869 ..C. Wesley 149 




870 ..C. Wesley ,.... 211 

871 ..C. Wesley 211 

872 ..Robinson 199 

873 ..Doddridge 211 

', 874 ..J.Taylor 309 

875. .Mrs. Barbauld 171 

876 ..(?. HerbeH 334 

' 877 259 

87 S ..Bonar 57 

879 ..Bomir 57 

880 ..Doddridge 35 

881 ..Montgomery 367 

,883 ..Watts 45 

883 ..Watta 211 

884 ..Montgomery 394 

885 ..Watts 27 

886 ..Watts 248 

887 ..Watts 77 

888 186 

889 ..Watts 74 

890 ..Watts 74 

891 ..W.Oaakell 283 

892 374 

893 106 

! 894 208 

895 ..Medley 156 

896 283 

897 ..CoUyer 402 

898 ..C. Wesley 375 

899 ..From the German... 4 7 

900 ..Montgomery 139 

901 ..Mrs. Barbauld 74 

902 ..Duffield 394 

903 158 

904 265 

905 ^.MissK Fletcher..... 221 

906 ..Bonar 266 

907 252 

908 408 

909 ..^eioton 137 

910 ..Berridge 409 

911 207 

912 207 

913 ..Cowper 132 

914 ..Watts 260 

915 ..Watts 272 

916 ..C. Wesley 272 

917 217 

918 ..O.Smith 273 

919 266 

930 109 

921 ..Watts 277 

932 ..Lyte..* 151 

933 ..Watts 293 

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934 ..Green 333 

935 ..Watts 380 

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939 330 

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945 259 


946 276 

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953 ..Kelly 406 

954 ..WaUs 330 

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959 230 

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961 ..DoddHdge 43 

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9 6 7. .Miss Grant 84 

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974:. .Watts 333 

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983 371 

9 %S ..Mrs. Steele 115 

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989 i.Sarah F.Adams..., 344 

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993 384 

993 396 

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1000 ..MCheynel: 371 

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1013 ..Watts 838 

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1016 ..Watts 35 

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1018 ..Watts 61 

1019 ..Bonar 360 

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1026. .ra«« 61 

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1032 ..Bonar... 385 

103 3 ..DoddHdge 198 

1034 ..Watts 73 

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1037 ..L.Bacon 61 

1038 ..^. C. Coset 346 

1039 ..Montgomery 181 

104:0 ..S.F. Smith 403 

1041 335 

1043 391 

1043 410 

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1045 ..Doddridge 411 

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1047 ..Watts 411 

1048 406 

1049 ..C. Wesley 361 

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10 51 . . Thomas Aquinas^ tr. 

by Palmer.... 808 

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1055 ..Watts 333 

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125 8. .Mrs. Steele 231 

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1283 . . Walter Scott frvm. 

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1 All people that on earth do dwell, 

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, 
Come ye before him and rejoice. 

2 The Lord, ye know, is God, indeed, 

Without our aid he did us make ; 
We are his flock, he doth us feed. 
And for his sheep, he doth us take. 

3 Oh, enter, then, his gates with praise ; 

Approach with joy his courts unto ; 
Praise, laud, and bless his name always. 
For it is seemly so to do. 

4 For why ? the Lord our God is good, 

His mercy is for ever sure ; 
His truth at all times firmly stood. 
And shall from age to age endure. 


For he 's the Lord, supremely good, 
His mercy is for ever sure ; 

His truth, which always firmly stood, 
To endless ages shall endure. 


Glad homage.''''— V&tXm 100. 

With one consent, let all the earth 
To God their cheerful voices raise ; 

Glad homage pay, with awful mirth. 
And sing before him songs of praise. 

Oh, enter ye his temple gate, 

Thence to his courts devoutly press ; 

And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
And still his name with praises bless. 

' Enter into Hie gates with thanksgiving.''^ 
Psalm 100. 


1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice 

Before the Lord, your sovereign King; 

Serve him with cheerful heart and voice ; 

With all your tongues his glory sing. 

2 The Lord is God ; 'tis he alone 

Doth life, and breath, and being give : 
We are his work, and not our own ; 
The sheep that on his pastures live. 

3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, 

With praises to his courts repair ; 
And make it your divine employ 

To pay your thanks and honors there. 

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind. 

Great is his grace, his mercy sure ; 

And the whole race of man shall find 

His truth from age to age endure. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom earth and heaven adore, 

Be glory as it was of old. 

Is now, and shall be evermore ! 



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±0« ■^^'' ^^'^ Version of the Eighty 'fourth Psalm, 

1 How lovely are thy dwellings fair, 

O Lord of hosts ! liow dear 
The pleasant tabernacles are, 
Where thou dost dwell so near : 

2 My soul doth long and, fainting, sigh 

Thy courts, O Lord, to see ; 
My heart and flesh, aloud do cry, 
O living God, for thee ! 

3 Happy, who in thy house reside, 

• Where thee they ever praise ; 
Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide. 
And in their hearts thy ways. 

4 They journey on from strength to strength 

With joy and gladsome cheer, 
Till all before our God at length 
In Zion do appear. 

5 For God the Lord, both sun and shield. 

Gives grace and glory bright ; 
No good from them shall be withheld. 
Whose ways are just and right. 

6 Lord God of hosts, who reign'st on high ! 

That man is truly blest 
Who doth on thee alone rely, 
In thee alone doth rest. 


1 With reverence let the saints appear, 

And bow before the Lord ; 
His high commands with reverence hear. 
And tremble at his word. 

2 Great God ! how high, thy glories rise ! 

How bright thine armies shine ! 
Where is the power with thee that vies, 
Or truth compared to thine ! 

3 The northern pole, and southern, rest 

On thy supporting hand ; 
Darkness and day, from east to west, 
Move round at thy command. 

•'Tf^o, in the heaven, ca/n he compared unto 
the Zor<«."— -Psalm 89. 

4 Thy words the raging winds control, 

And rule the boisterous deep ; 
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, 
The rolling billows sleep. 

5 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, 

And the dark world of hell ; 
How did thine arm in vengeance shine, 
When Egypt durst rebel ! 

6 Justice and judgment are thy throne, 

* Yet wondrous is thy grace ; 
While truth and mercy joined in one, 
Invite us near thy face. 

, "J« this toUl I be confident.^— FBtAm i6. 


1 God is our refuge and our strength, 

When trouble's hour is near : 
A very present help is he ; 
Therefore we will not fear. 

2 Athough the pillars of the earth 

Shall clean removed be. 
The very mountains carried forth, 
And cast into the sea ; 

3 Although the waters rage and swell. 

So that the earth shall shake : 
Yea, and the solid mountain roots 
Shall with the tempest quake ; — 

4 There is a river that makes glad 

The city of our God, — 
The tabernacle's holy place 
Of the Most High's abode. 

5 The Lord is in the midst of her ; 

Removed she shall not be. 
Because the Lord our God himself 
Shall help us speedily. 

6 The Lord our strength and refuge it, 

When trouble's hour is near : 
A very present help is he ; 
Therefore we will not fear. 









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PC O "^tf TTiow exOUed, God, above the JBeavens,''^ 
OLj» Psalm 5T. 

1 O God, my heart is fully bent 

To magnify thy name ; 
My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise, 
Shall celebrate thy fame. 

2 Awake, my lute, nor thou, my harp, 

Thy warbling notes delay ; 
While I, with early hymns of joy, 
Prevent the dawning day. 

3 To all the listening tribes, Lord, 

Thy wonders I will tell ; 
And to those nations sing thy praise 
That round about us dwell ; — 

4 Because thy mercy's boundless height 

The highest heaven transcends. 
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds 
Thy feiithful^ruth extends. 

5 Be thou, O God, exalted high 

Above the starry frame ; 
And let the world, with one consent. 
Confess thy glorious name. 

l^Q,"!?^ Lord siUeth King for e««r."— Psalm 29. 

1 Ye hosts of heaven, ye mighty ones, 

Ascribe, with one accord. 
The strength, the power, the majesty. 
To your almighty Lord. 

2 Give glory to his holy name, 

And honor him alone ; 
In beauty meet of holiness 
Approach his lofty throne. 

3 Jehovah's voice of majesty 

Is on the waters wide ; 
The God of glory thundereth, 
And on the seas doth ride. 

4 Jehovah sits upon the floods, 

And tempests rage in vain ; 

Jehovah sits as Sovereign King, 
And evermore shall reign. 

Eternity of God's Mercy— Fealm 136. 


1 Oh, praise the Lord ! for he is good ; 

In him we rest obtain : 
His mercy has through ages stood. 
And ever shall remain. 

2 Let all the people of the Lord 

His praises spread around ; 
Let them his grace and love record. 
Who have salvation found. 

3 Now let the east in him rejoice. 

The west its tribute bring, 
The north and south lift up their voice 
In honor of their King. 

4 Oh, praise the Lord ! for he is good ; 

In him we rest obtain : 
His mercy, has through ages stood. 
And ever shall remain. 

4:0 O • "^^' ^^ ^ ^^®« *^V ^««' /"—Psalm 119. 

1 Oh, how I love thy holy law ! 

'T is daily my delight ; 
And thence my meditations draw 
Divine advice by night. 

2 My waking eyes prevent the day 

To meditate thy word ; 
My soiil with longing melts away 
To hear thy gospel, Lord. 

3 How doth thy word my heart engage ! 

How well employ my tongue ! 
And in my tiresome pilgrimage 
Yields me a heavenly song. 

4 When nature sinks, and spirits drooj\ 

Thy promises of grace 
Are pillars to support my hope. 
And there I write thy praise. 


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n" T?iou, Lord, hast made me glad through 
• 'Diy irorA;."— Psalm 92. 

1 Sweet is tlie work, my God, my King, 
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal cares shall seize my breast : 
Oh, may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless his works, and bless his word ; 
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! 
How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; 
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; 
Like grass they flourish, till thy breath 
Blast them in everlasting death. 

5 But I shall share a glorious part, 
When grace hath well refined my heart. 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed. 
Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 

6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All T desired or wished below ; 
And every power find sweet employ 
In that eternal world of joy. 


4 4:« " -^ heard the voice of a great multitude.'^ 

1 Millions within thy courts have met. 
Millions, this day, before thee bowed ; 
Their faces Zion-ward were set. 
Vows with their lips to thee they vowed. 

2 Soon as the light of morning broke 
O'er island, continent,»or deep, 
Thy far-spread family awoke. 
Sabbath, all round the world, to keep. 

3 From east to west, the sun surveyed. 
From north to south, adoring throngs ; 
And still, when evening stretched hef 

The stars came out to hear their songs. 

4 Not angel-trumpets sound more clear ; 
Not elders' harps, nor seraphs' lays. 
Yield sweeter music to thine ear, 
Than humble prayer and thankful praise, 

5 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh. 
Hath failed this day some suit to gain ; 
To those in trouble, thou wert nigh : 
Not one hath sought thy face in vain. 

6 Yet one prayer more ! — and be it one. 
In which both heaven and earth accord: 
Fulfill thy promise to thy Son ; 

Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord I 








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4:0 y. Praiee io. the THniiy, 

1 Praises to him who built the hills ; 
Praises to him the streams who fills ; 
Praises to him who lights each star 
That sparkles in the blue afar. 

2 Praises to him who wakes the morn, 
And bids it glow with beams new-born 
Who. draws the shadows of the night, 
Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight. 

3 Praises to him whose love has given, 
In Christ his Son, the life of heaven ; 
Who for our darkness, gives us light, 
And turns to day our deepest night. 

4 Praises to him in grace who came 
To bear our woe and sin and shame ; 
Who lived to die, who died to rise, 
The God-accepted sacrifice. 

5 Praises to him the chain who broke, 
Opened the prison, burst the yoke, 
Sent forth the captives glad and free, 
Heirs of an endless liberty. 

6 Praises to him who sheds abroad 
Within our hearts the love of God, — 
The Spirit of all truth and peace, 
The Source of joy and holiness. 

7 To Father, Son, and Spirit, now 
The hands we lift, the knee we bow 
To God Jehovah thus we raise 

The ransomed sinner's song of praise ! 

WUHtiff rather to he dbeent/rom 
the bodyJ" 


1 Descend from heaven, immortal Dove ! 
Stoop down and take us on thy wings ; 

And mount, and bear us far above 
The reach of these inferior things, — 

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, 
Up where eternal ages roll. 
Where solid pleasures never die, 
And fruits immortal feast the soul. 

3 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight, 
Of our almighty Father's throne ; 
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light, 
Clothed in a body like our own. 

4 Adoring saints around him stand, 

And thrones and powers before him fall : 
The God shines gracious through the Man, 
And sheds sweet glories on them all. 

5 Oh ! what ^mazing joys they feel, 
While to their golden harps they sing, . 
And sit on every heavenly hill, 

And spread the triumph of their King ! 

6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, 
That I shall mount to dwell above ; 
And stand, and bow, among them there, 
And view thy face, and sing, and love ! 


Eternal Father ! throned above, 
Thou Fountain of redeeming love ! 
Eternal Word ! who left thy throne 
For man's rebellion to atone ; 
Eternal Spirit, who dost give 
That grace whereby our spirits live : 
Thou God of our salvation, be 
Eternal praises paid to thee ! 



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1 Q "/< is a good thing to give thanks v/nio the Lord.''* 
±Li» Psalm 92. 

1 Sweet is the work, O Lord, 

Thy glorious acts to sing. 
To praise thy name, and hear thy word. 
And grateful offerings bring. 

2 Sweet, at the dawning light, 

Thy boundless love to tell ; 
And when approach the shades of night, 
Still on the theme to dwell. 

3 Sweet, on this day of rest. 

To join in heart and voice 
With those who love and serve thee best, 
And in thy name rejoice. 

4 To songs of praise and joy, 

Be every Sabbath given. 
That such may be our blest employ 
Eternally in heaven. 


The place where 7%vne honor dwelleth.' 

1 How charming is the place 

Where my Redeemer, God, 

Unvails the beauties of his face, 

And sheds his love abroad I 

2 Here, on the mercy-seat. 

With radiant glory crowned, 
Our joyful eyes behold him sit, 
And smile on all around. 

3 To him our prayers and cries 

Our humble souls present ; 

He listens to our broken sighs, 

And grants us every want. 

4 Give me, O Lord, a place 

Within thy blest abode. 
Among the children of thy grace, 
The servants of my God, 

4: 9 • Christ the Day-star, 

1 We lift our hearts to thee, 

Thou Day-star from on high : 
The sun itself is but thy shade. 
Yet cheers both earth and sky. 

2 Oh, let thy rising beams 

Dispel the shades of night ; 
And let the glories of thy love, 
Come like the morning light ! 

3 How beauteous nature now ! 

How dark and sad before! — 
With joy we view the pleasing change, 
And nature*s God adore. 

4 May we this life improve, 

To mourn for errors past ; 
And live this short, revolving day 
As if it were our last. 

O • " ^«'<'<w*e» *«'««' <^^v of '•<«^" 

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest. 

That saw the Lord arise ! 
Welcome to this reviving breast. 
And these rejoicing eyes ! 

2 The King himself comes near, 

And feasts his saints to day ; 
Here may we sit, and see him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day, amid the place 

Where my dear Lord hath been, 
Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
Within the tents of sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 

In such a frame as this. 
And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 





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, " JSTe «AaW gather ffie lanibs with HU arms.' 


1 To praise our Shepherd's care, 

His wisdom, love, and miglat, 
Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, 
And bid the world unite. 

2 Supremely good and great, 

He tends his blood-bought fold ; 
He stoops, though throned in highest 
The feeblest to uphold. 

3 He hears their softest plaint ; 

He sees them when they roam ; 
And if his meanest lamb should faint. 
His bosom bears it home. 

4 Kind Shepherd of the sheep ! 

A weary flock are we ; 
And snares and foes are nigh ; but keep 
The lambs who look to thee. 

5 And if through death's dark vale 

Our feet should early tread, 
Oh, may we reach thy fold, and hail 
The love which us hath led ! 

■Tke mountain of His hoUneaa,'^ 
Psalm 48. 


1 Great is the Lord our God, 

And let his praise be great ; 
He makes his churches his abode, 
,His most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of his grace — 

How beautiful they stand ! 

The honors of our native place, 

And bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Zion God is known, 

A refuge in distress ; 
How bright has his salvation shone 
Through all her palaces ! 

4 Oft have our fathers told. 

Our eyes have often seen. 
How well our God secures the fold 
Where his own sheep have been. 

5 In every new distress 

We 'II to his house repair. 
We '11 think upon his wondrous grace, 
And seek deliverance there. 








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Welcome, delightful mom, 
Thou day of sacred rest ! 

I hail thy kind return ; — 

Lord, make these moments blest : 

From the low train 
Of mortal toys. 

I soar to reach 
Immortal joys. 

2 Now may the King descend 
And fill his throne of grace ; 
Thy scepter, Lord, extend, 

While saints address thy face : 

Let sinners feel 
Thy quickening word, 

And learn to know 
And fear the Lord. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ; 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 
And bless the sacred hours : 

Then shall my soul 
New life obtain. 

Nor Sabbaths be 
Enjoyed in vain. 


' The, day that God hath blessed.''* 

1 Awake, ye saints, awake ! 

And hail this sacred day ; 
In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay : 
Come bless the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 

2 On this auspicious morn 

The Lord of life arose ; 
He burst the bars of death. 
And vanquished all our foes ; 
And now he pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruit of all his love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 

And earth, in humbler strains, 
Thy praise responsive sings : 
Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, 
Thro' endless years to live and reign. 


JL JL j:» « Praise the Lord from the earths 

1 Angels, assist to sing 

The honors of your God ; 
Touch every tuneful string. 

And sound his name abroad : 
Come, pour the trembling notes along, 
And swell the grand, immortal song, 

2 And ye of meaner birth. 

Your joyful voices raise ; 
All ye who dwell on earth. 

Your great Creator praise ; 
Let loud hosannas joyful rise, 
Roll round the earth and pierce the skies. 

3 Let day and dusky night. 

In solemn order, join 
His praises to recite. 

And speak his power divine : 
Let every hill, and every vale, 
Re-echo with the sacred tale. 

4 Ye winds and raging seas, 

With wild tempestuous roar 
Resound, in mightier lays. 

His name from shore to shore : 
Ye thunders, spread his name abroad ; 
Ye lightnings, flash before your God. 

5 Let every creature sing 

The honors of our God ; 
Touch every tuneful string. 

And spread his praise abroad : 
Come, pour your trembling notes along, 
And swell the universal song. 



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J[ ^ (J , Adoration of the Creator. Psalm 148. 

1 Ye tribes of Adam, join 

With heaven, and earth, and seas. 
And offer notes divine 

To your Creator's praise : 

Ye holy throng 
Of angels bright. 

In worlds of light. 
Begin the song. 

2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays. 

And moon, that rul'st the night. 
Shine to your Maker's praise. 
With stars of twinkling light : 

His power declare. 
Ye floods on high, 

And clouds that fly 
In empty air. 

3 The shining worlds above 
In glorious order stand ; 
Or in swift courses move 
By his supreme command : 

He spake the word. 
And all their frame 

From nothing came. 
To praise the Lord ! 

4 Ye vapors, hail, and snow. 

Praise ye th' almighty Lord ; 
And stormy winds that blow 
To execute his word : 

When lightnings shine. 
Or thunders roar. 

Let earth adore 
His hand divine. 

6 Let all the nations fear 

The God that rules above ; 
He brings his people near, 

And makes them taste his love : 
While earth and sky I His saints shall raise 
Attempt his praise, | His honors high. 

Chosen of God and precious,'''^ 

440. " 

1 Join all the glorious names 

Of wisdom, love, and power, 
That ever mortals knew. 

That angels ever bore : 
All are too mean to speak his worth, 
Too mean to set my Saviour forth. 

2 Great Prophet of our God ! 

My tongue would bless thy name ; 
By thee the joyful news 

Of our salvation came : 
The joyful news of sins forgiven, 
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. 

3 Jesus, our great High Priest, 

Offtered his blood and died ; 
My guilty conscience seeks 

No sacrifice beside : 
His powerful blood did once atone, 
And now it pleads before the throne. 

4 O thou almighty Lord ! 

My Conqueror and my King 1 
Thy scepter and thy sword. 

Thy reigning grace I sing : 
Thine is the power ; behold, I sit. 
In willing bonds, beneath thy feet. 


To God the Father's throne 

Your highest honors raise ; 
Glory to God the Son, 
To God the Spirit praise : 
With all our powers, eternal King I 
Thy name we sing, while faith adores. 


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^ Peace be within thee." — Psalm 122. 

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear 

My friends devoutly say : 
"In Zion let us all appear, 
And keep the solemn day." 

2 I love her gates, I love the road ; 

The church, adorned with grace, 
Stands like a palace, built for God, 
To show his milder face. 

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown^ 

The holy tribes repair; 
The Son of David holds his throne, 
And sits in judgment there. 

4 He hears our praises and complaints; 

And, while his awful voice 
Divides the sinners from the saints, 
We tremble and rejoice. 

5 Peace be within this sacred place, 

And joy a constant guest ! 
With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
Be her attendants blest ! 

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still. 

While life or breath remains : 
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell; 
There God, my Saviour, reigns. 

^Say v/nto God, How terrible art Thou in 
Thy wor^."— Psalm 66. 


1 Let all the lands, with shouts of joy. 

To God their voices raise : 
Sing psalms in honor of his name, 
And spread his glorious praise. 

2 And let them say, " How dreadful. Lord, 

In all thy works art thou ! 
To thy great power thy stubborn foes 
Shall all be forced to bow. 

3 "Through all the earth, the nations round 

Shall thee, their God, confess ; 

And, with glad hymns, their awful dread 
Of thy great name express.'* 

4 Oh, come, behold the works of God ! 

And then with me you '11 own 
That he to all the sons of men 
Hath wondrous judgments shown. 

5 Let all the lands, with shouts of joy, 

To God their voices raise ; 
Sing psalms in honor of his name, 
And spread his glorious praise. 

'^ Qod doing wonders.^ 


1 I SING th' almighty power of God, 

That made the mountains rise. 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained 

The sun to rule the day ; 
The moon shines full at his command. 
And all the stars obey. 

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 

That filled the earth with food ; 
He formed the creatures with his word. 
And then pronounced them good. 

4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, 

Where'er I turn mine eye ; 
If I survey the ground I tread. 
Or gaze upon the sky ? 

5 There's not a plant or flower below 

But makes thy glories known ; 
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from thy throne. 

6 Creatures that borrow life from thee 

Are subject to thy care : 
There 's not a place where we can flee, 
But God is present there. 






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Q O Q , " Am I a soldier of the Cross P 

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb ! 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blnsh to speak his name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While othei's fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign : 

Increase my courage, Lord! 
I '11 bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war. 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They view the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When ,that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thine armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies. 
The glory shall be thine. 

Ilosanna to the Name of Christ. 


1 Now joyful strains we lift on high. 

Amid the faithful throng 

Of those who Jesus magnify 

In sweet and holy song. 

2 We render thanks, and bless the Lord, 

Who died our souls to save ; 
Through whom to heavenly peace restored. 
We fear no more the grave. 

3 With saints, who all triumphantly 

In paradise record, 

O'er sin and death, the victory, 
We strike the silver chord. 

4 With angel-hosts that dwell above, 

And weave their golden lays 
Around the throne of truth and love. 
We glad hosannas raise. 

5 We celebrate the glorious name 

Of earth's Redeemer King ; 
Our tongues aloud his power proclaim. 
In heart his grace we sing. 

4 0« ChrisVs Entrance upon His Kingdom. 

1 Oh, for a shout of sacred joy 

To God, the sovereign King ! 
Let every land their tongues employ, 
And hymns of triumph sing. 

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high ; 

His heavenly guards around 
Attend him rising through the sky. 
With trumpets' joyful sound. 

3 While angels shout and praise their King, 

Let mortals learn their strains ; 
Let all the earth his honor sing : 
O'er all the earth he reigns. 

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound : 

Let knowledge lead the song ; 
Nor mock him with a solemn sound 
Upon a thoughtless tongue. 

5 Oh, for a shout of sacred joy 

To God, the sovereign King ! 
Let every land their tongues employ, 
And hymns of triumph sing. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore, 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

And shall be evermore ! 


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OX. " Within the vaUr 

1 To thy temple I repair ; 
Lord, I love to worship there, 
When within the vail I meet 
Thee before the mercy seat. 

2 While thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue ; 
That my joyful soul may bless 
Thee, the Lord, my Righteousness. 

3 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love ! to mine attend : 
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads ; 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

4 While I hearken to thy law, 
Fill my soul with humble awe. 
Till thy gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 

5 From thine house when I return. 
May my heart within me burn ; 
And at evening let me say, 

" I have walked with God to-day." 


Wonders of God's Condescension. 

salm 113. 

1 Hallelujah ! raise, oh, raise 
To our God the song of praise : 
All his servants join to sing, 
God, our Saviour and our King. 

2 Blessed be for evermore 

That dread name which we adore : 
O'er all nations, God alone. 
Higher than the heavens his throne. 

3 Yet to view the heavens he bends •, 
Yea, to earth he condescends ; 
Passing by the rich and great, 
Fc the low and desolate. 

4 He can raise the poor to stand 
With the princes of the land ; 
Wealth upon the needy shower ; 
Set the lowliest high in power. 

5 He the broken spirit cheers, 
Turns to joy the mourner's tears, 
Such the wonders of his ways : 
Praise his name, for ever praise. 

A Song of Joy in God's Providence. 


1 Thou, who dwell'st enthroned above ; 
Thou, in whom we live and move ; 
Thou, who art most great, most high- 
God from all eternity ! 

2 Oh, how sweet, how excellent 
When all tongues and hearts consent, 
Grateful hearts, and joyful tongues. 
Hymning thee in tuneful songs ! 

3 When the morning paints the skies, 
When the stars of evening rise. 
We thy praises will record. 
Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord ! 

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field ! 
Harvest rich doth autumn yield ? 
Giver of all good below. 

Lord, from thee these blessings flow. 

5 Sovereign Ruler ! mighty Lord ! 
We thy praises will record : 
Giver of these blessings, we 
Pour the grateful song to thee. 

^ (3 X • " ^* Heavenly theme^ 

1 Now begin the heavenly theme, 
Sing aloud of Jesus' name ; 
Ye, who his salvation prove. 
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2 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, 
Banish all your guilty fears : 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Canceled by redeeming love. 

3 Welcome, all by sin oppressed. 
Welcome to his sacred rest : 
Nothing brought him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

4 Hither, then, your music bring, 
Strike aloud each joyful string : 
Mortals, join the hosts above. 
Join to praise redeeming love ! 

^ 4 O • ^^sponse to the Song of the Angels.— Lxike 3. 

1 Hail the night, all hail the morn. 
When the Prince of Peace was born ! 
When, amid the wakeful fold, 
Tidings good the angel told. 

2 Now our solemn chant we raise 
Duly to the Saviour's praise ; 
Now with carol hymns we bless 
Christ the Lord, our Righteousness. 

3 While resounds the joyful cry, 
" Glory be to God on high. 

Peace on earth, good will to men ! " 
Gladly we respond, " Amen ! " 

4 Thus we greet this holy day, 
Pouring forth our festive lay ; 

' Thus we tell, with saintly mirth, 
Of Immanuel's wondrous birth. 

6 We in perfect peace would live, 
We to God would glory give ; 
Lauding, with the heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

JL U 4 U • Children's Praise to the Trinity. 

1 Glory to the Father give, 

God, in whom we move and live ! 
Children's prayers he deigns to hear ; 
Children's songs delight his ear. 

2 Glory to the Son we bring, 

Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King ! 
Children ! raise your sweetest strain 
To the Lamb, for he was slain. 

3 Glory to the Holy Ghost ! 
Be this day a Pentecost ; 
Children's minds may he inspire, — 
Touch their tongues with holy fire. 

4 Glory in the highest be 
To the blessed Trinity ! 
For the gospel from above. 

For the word that " God is love." 

ThcmJcsgiving for a Re/vvval of Religion. 


1 Fount of everlasting love ! 

Rich thy streams of mercy are — 
Flowing, purely from above, 

Beauty marks their course afar. 

2 Lo ! thy church, thy garden now 

Blooms beneath the heavenly shower ; 
Sinners feel, and melt, and bow : 
Mild, yet mighty, is thy power. 

3 God of grace, before thy throne 

Here our warmest thanks we bring ; 
Tliine the glory, thine alone : 
Loudest praise to thee we sing. 

4 Hear, oh, hear, our grateful song ; 

Let thy Spirit still descend ; 
Roll the tide of grace along, 
Widening, deepening to the end. 








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y Q • ■^** anctew* Hymn of Praise to God. 

1 Thee we adore, eternal Lord ! 

We praise thy name with one accord ; 
Thy saints, who here thy goodness see. 
Through all the world do worship thee. 

2 To thee aloud all angels cry, 

The heavens and all the powers on high 
Thee, holy, holy, holy King, 
Lord God of hosts, they ever sing. 

3 Th' apostles join the glorious throng ; 
The prophets swell th' immortal song ; 
The martyrs' noble army raise 
Eternal anthems to thy praise. 

4 From day to day, O Lord, do we 
Highly exalt and honor thee ! 
Thy name we worship and adore, 
World without end, for evermore ! 

5 Vouchsafe, O Lord, we humbly pray, 
To keep us safe from sin this day ; 
Have mercy. Lord ! we trust in thee ; 
Oh, let us ne'er confounded be ! 

God exalted. — Psalm 57. 


1 Be thou exalted, O my God ! 

Above the heavens where angels dwell ; 
Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
And land to land thy wonders tell. 

2 My heart is fixed ; my song shall raise 

Immortal honors to thy name : 
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, 
My tongue, the glory of my frame. 

3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, 

And reaches to the utmost sky ; 
His truth to endless years remains. 
When lower worlds dissolve and die. 

4 Be thou exalted, O my God ! 

Above th e heavens where angels dwell ; 
Thy power on earth be known abroad, 
And land to land thy wonders tell. 

X UO« ■ff''*«/ CaU to Praise, from Psalm 117. 

1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends thy word : 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more ! 

X^t/* The Glory of God. 

1 Come, O my soul ! in sacred lays. 
Attempt thy great Creator's praise : 
But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame ! 
What mortal verse can reach the theme 1 

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, 
He glory, like a garment, wears ; 
To form a robe of light divine. 

Ten thousand suns around him shine. 

3 In all our Maker's grand designs, 
Almighty power, with wisdom, shines ; 
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame, 
Declare the glory of his name. 

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing. 
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; 
And let his praise employ thy tongue, 
Till listening worlds shall join the song | 


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! - 
Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! ' 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost I 



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x4:0» ** ^ow ar< from everlastinff.'^—Fti&lm 93. 

1 Jehovah reigns ! He dwells in light, 
Girded with majesty and might ; 
The world, created by his hands. 
Still on its firm foundation stands. 

2 But ere this spacious world was made, 
Or had its first foundation laid. 

Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
Thyself the ever-living God. 

3 Like floods the angry nations rise. 
And aim their rage against the skies : 
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high ! 
At thy rebuke the billows die. 

4 For ever shall thy throne endure : 
Thy promise stand for ever sure ; 
And everlasting holiness 
Becomes the dwelling of thy grace. 

O God, Most hidden, and Most ma/nifeet /" 


1 What secret place, what distant star. 

Is like, dread Lord, to thine abode? 
Why dwellest thou from us so far ? 
We yearn for thee, thou hidden God ! 

2 And will the hidden God appear ? 

We hail thee in the living Word ; 
Thy heavenly Majesty draws near. 
In Christ, our Brother and our Lord. 

3 In vain we seek for thine abode ; 

And wilt thou ever to us come ? 
The Holy Ghost, the mighty God, 
Now makes our souls his blessed home. 

4 O Glory that no eye can bear ! 

O Presence bright, our inward Guest ! 
Farthest off"! Ever near ! 
Most hidden and Most manifest I 

X i 1 0, **So dida Thou lead TTiy people:' 

1 O God, beneath thy guiding hand, 

Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; 
And when they trod the wint'ry Etrand, 
With prayer and psalm they wor- 
shiped thee. 

2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, 

the prayer : 
Thy blessing came ; and still its power 
Shall onward through all ages bear 
The memory of that holy hour. 

3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 

Came with those exiles o'er the waves ; 
And where their pilgrim feet have trod. 
The God they trusted guards their 

4 And here thy name, O God of love. 

Their children's children shall adore. 
Till these eternal hills remove. 

And spring adorns the earth no more. 

X XOO. ^^SUll we are fuarded lyov/r God."" 

1 Great God ! we sing that mighty hand, 
By which supported still we stand : 
The opening year thy mercy shows ; 
That mercy crowns it till it close. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad. 
Still we are guarded by our God ; 
By his incessant bounty fed. 

By his unerring counsel led. 

3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
The future, all to us unknown^ 

We to thy guardian care commit. 
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or depressed. 

Be thou our joy, and thou our rest ; 
Thy goodness all our hopes sliall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days. 





" TTie city of our ^od."— Psalm 122. 

1 Glad was my heart to hear 

My old companions say : 
" Come, in the house of God appear, 
For 't is a holy day." 

2 Our willing feet shall stand 

Within the temple-door, 
While young and old, in many a band. 
Shall throng the sacred floor. 

3 Thither the tribes repair, 

Where all are wont to meet, 
And joyful in the house of prayer 
Bend at the mercy-seat. 

4 Pray for Jerusalem, 

TTie city of our God : 
The Lord from heaven be kind to them. 
That love the dear abode. 

5 Within these walls may peace 

And harmony be found I 
Zion ! in all thy palaces, 
Prosperity abound ! 

6 For friends and brethren dear, 

Our prayer shall never cease ; 
Oft as they meet for worship here, 
God send his people peace! 

" Bleta the Lord, my souZ /" 
Psalm 108. 


1 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 
Let all within me join, 
And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
Whose favors are divine. 

2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 
Nor let his mercies lie 

Forgotten in unthankfulness. 
And without praises die. 

3 'T is he forgives thy sins ; 

'T is he relieves thy pain ; 
'T is he that heals thy sicknesses. 
And makes thee young again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 

When ransomed from the grave ; 
He who redeemed my soul from hell. 
Hath sovereign power to save. 

5 He fills the poor with good ; 

He gives the sufferers rest : 
The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 
And justice for th' oppressed: 

6 His wondrous works and ways 

He made by Moses known ; 
But sent the world his truth and grace 
By his beloved Son. 

"Jl«d! all that is within me blMt Ms hol§ 
«.awe."— Psalm 108. 


Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 

His grace to thee proclaim ; 
And all that is within me join 

To bless his holy name. 
Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 

His mercies bear in mind ; 
Forget not all his benefits : 

The Lord to thee is kind. 



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3 He will not always chide : 

He will with patience wait : 
His wrath is ever slow to rise, 
And ready to abate. 

4 He pardons all thy sins, 

Prolongs thy feeble breath ; 
He healeth thy infirmities, 

And ransoms thee from death. 

6 He clothes thee with his love, 
Upholds thee with his truth ; 
Then, like the eagle, he renews 
The vigor of thy youth. 
6 Then bless his holy name. 

Whose grace hath made thee whole ; 
Whose loving kindness crowns thy days: 
Oh, bless the Lord, my soul ! 

To the only wise God, our Sa/oiour." 
Jude 24, 25. 


1 To God, the only wise, 

Our Saviour and our King ; 

Let all the saints below the skies 

Their humble praises bring. 

2 'T is his almighty love, 

His counsel and his care. 
Preserves us safe from sin and death. 
And every hurtful snare. 

3 He will present our souls. 

Unblemished and complete, 
Before the glory of his face. 
With joys divinely great. 

4 Then all the chosen seed 

Shall meet around the throne. 

Shall bless the conduct of his grace. 

And make his wonders known. 

5 To our Redeemer, God, 

Wisdom and power belong, 
Immortal crowns of majesty, 
And everlasting song. 

y O O • ''^Rejoicing in hope!" 

1 Come, we who love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known ; 
Join in a song of sweet accord. 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 

Who never knew our God ; 
But favorites of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below ; 
Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

5 Then let our songs abound, 

And every tear be dry ; 
We're marching through Immanuel's 
To fairer worlds on high. 

Brief Ascription of Praise, from 
Psalm 117. 


Thy name, almighty Lord, 

Shall sound through distant lands ; 
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word ; 

Thy truth for ever stands. 
Far be thine honor spread. 

And long thy praise endure. 
Till morning light and evening shade 

Shall be exchanged no more. 


To God, the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, glory be. 
As was, and is, and shall remain 

Through all eternity I 




O " ^** *s ^he day which the Lord hath madeP 
^O. Psalm 118. 

1 This is the day the Lord hath made ; 

He calls the hours his own : 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, 

And Satan's empire fell ; 
To-day the saints his triumph spread, 
And all his wonders tell. 

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, 

To David's holy Son : 
Help us, O Lord ! descend and bring 
Salvation from thy throne. 

4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men 

With messages of grace ; 
Who comes in God his Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 

5 Hosanna in the highest strains 

The church on earth can raise ; 
The highest heavens, in which he reigns, 
Shall give him nobler praise. 

U U • " <7om«, see the place where the Lord Iwy^ 

1 Again the Lord of life and light 

Awakes the kindling ray. 
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
And pours refulgent day. 

2 Oh, what a night was that which wrapt 

A guilty world in gloom 1 
Oh, what a Sun, which broke this day. 
Triumphant from the tomb ! 

S This day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hosannas sung ; 
Let gladness dwell in every heart, 

And praise on every tongue. 
4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join 

To hail this happy morn, 

Which scatters blessings from its wings 
On nations yet unborn. 

^^ 4 , ** The unsearchable riches ofCh/rieW" 

1 To our Redeemer's glorious name 

Awake the sacred song ; 
Oh, may his love — immortal flame ! — 
Tune every heart and tongue. 

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ! 

What mortal tongue display ; 
Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 Dear Lord, while we, adoring, pay 

Our humble thanks to thee. 

May every heart with rapture say, 

" The Saviour died for me !" 

4 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme, 

Fill every heart and tongue ! 
Till strangers love thy charming name, 
And join the sacred song. 

4:0 0» ^^ -S*^^* ^^« Z«V^« of the World. 

1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic, like the sun : 
It gives a light to every age ; 
It gives, but borrows none. 

2 The hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat : 
Its truths upon the nations rise ; 
They rise, but never set. 

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine 

For such a bright display. 
As makes a Avorld of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The steps of him I love. 
Till glory breaks upon my view 
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2 Tim. 1 : 12. 

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 

Or to defend his cause ; 
Maintain the honor of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name — 

His name is all my trust ; 
Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 

And he can well secure 
What I Ve committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 

Before his Father's face. 
And in the new Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

Q Q (J , The Heavenly Race. 

1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigor on : 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
A bright, immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 
|K Hold thee in full survey; 
|p Forget the steps already trod, 

And onward urge thy way. 

3 'T is God's all animating voice. 

That calls thee from on high; 
*T is his own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye, — 

4 That prize with peerless glories bright, 

Which shall new luster boast. 
When victor's wreaths and monarch' j 
Shall blend in common dust. 
6 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee, 
Have 1 my race begun ; 

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And, crowned with victory, at thy feet 
I '11 lay my honors down. 

1 f\1 f^ " Blessed is he whose transgression ia 
iUiO. forgiven:^ 

1 Salvation ! oh, the joyful sound I 

'T is pleasure to our ears ; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 

At hell's dark door we lay ; 
But we arise by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation ! let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 

Conspire to raise the sound. 

1 rvQQ "■Salvation will God appoint for walla 
JL\j ^(J» ^'"''^ bulwarks.'''' — Isaiah 26: 1 — 6. 

1 How honored is the sacred place, 

Where we adoring stand — 
Zion ! the glory of the earth, 
And beauty of the land! 

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend 

The city where we dwell : 
The walls, of strong salvation made, 
Defy th' assaults of hell. 

3 Lift up the everlasting gates, 

The doors wide open fling ; 
Enter, ye nations that obey 
The statutes of our King. 

4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys, 

And live in perfect peace ; 
You who have known Jehovah's name, 
And ventured on his grace. 

5 Trust in the Lord ; for ever trust, 

And banish all your fears : 
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 
Eternal as his years. 




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I \j£5» ^^ Fullness of Chrisfs Love. 

1 O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art ! 
When shall I find my willing heart 

All taken up by thee ? 
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove 
The greatness of redeeming love, — 

The love of Christ to me. 

2 Stronger his love than death or hell : 
No mortal can its riches tell, 

Nor first-born sons of light : 
In vain they long its depths to see ; 
They can not reach the mystery, — 

The length, the breadth, the height. 

3 God only knows the love of God ; 
Oh that it now were shed abroad 

In this poor, stony heart ! 
For love I sigh,, for love I pine ; 
This only portion. Lord, be mine — 

Be mine this better part. 

4 Oh that I could for ever sit 

In transport at my Saviour's feet ! 

Be this my happy choice ; 
My only care, delight, and bliss. 
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, 

To hear my Saviour's voice. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God, whom heaven's triumphant host 

And saints on earth adore, 
Be glory as in ages past, 
Is now, and shall for ever last. 

When time shall be no more ! 

" Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jeru- 
salem.'''' — Psalm 122. 

1 The festal morn, my God, is come, 
That calls me to thy sacred dome. 

Thy presence to adore : 
My feet the summons shall attend. 
With willing steps thy courts ascend, 

And tread the hallowed floor. 

2 With holy joy I hail the day 
That warns my thirsting soul away 

To dwell among the blest ! 
For, lo ! my great Redeemer's power 
Unfolds the everlasting door. 

And leads me to his rest ! 

3 Hiiher, from earth's remotest end, 
Lo ! the redeemed of God ascend, 

Their tribute hither bring : 
Here, crowned with everlasting joy, 
In hymns of praise their tongues employ, 

And hail th' immortal King. 

J[ J_ I , J%ere is a Ood. 

1 I SING of God, — the world he made. 
The glorious light, the soothing shade ; 

Dale, plain, and grove, and hill ; 
The wide and fathomless abyss. 
Where nature joys in secret bliss. 

And wisdom hides her skill. 

2 " Tell them, I am," Jehovah said : 
The listening earth did hear in dread ; 

And, smitten to the heart, 
At once, above, beneath, around. 
All nature, without voice or sound, 

Replied, " Lord, Thou art ! " 

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I7ie unseo/rchable riches of ChrisV 


Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 
Oh, could I sound the glories forth 

Which in my Saviour shine ! 
I 'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings. 
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, 

In notes almost divine. 

I 'd sing the precious blood he spilt. 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin and wrath divine : 
I 'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
In which all perfect, heavenly dress, 

My soul shall ever shine. 

I 'd sing the characters he bears. 
And all the forms of love he wears. 

Exalted on his throne : 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all his glories known. 

4 Well, the delightful day will come 
When my dear Lord will bring me home. 

And I shall see his face ; 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I '11 spend. 

Triumphant in his grace. 


" TJie earth is full of Tliy riches: 

1 Thy mighty working, mighty God ! 
Wakes all my powers ; I look abroad, 

And can no longer rest ; 
I, too, must sing when all things sing. 
And from my heart the praises ring 

The Highest loveth best. 

2 If thou, in thy great love to us, 
Wilt scatter joy and beauty thus 

O'er this poor earth of ours ; 
What nobler glories shall be given 
Hereafter in thy shining heaven. 

Set round with golden towers ! 

3 What thrilling joy, when on our sight 
Christ's garden beams in cloudless light 

AVhere all the air is sweet ; 
Still laden with th' unwearied hymn 
From all the thousand seraphim 

Who God's high praise repeat ! 

4 Oh, were I there ! oh that I now 
Before thy throne, my God, could bow, 

And bear my heavenly palm ! 
Then, like the angels, would I raise 
My voice, and sing thine endless praise 

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X O • " -P^^ce be withi/n thy i«aZfo."— Psalm 122. 

1 With joy we hail the sacred day 

Which God hath called his own ; 
With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at his throne. 

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair ! 

Where willing votaries throng 
To breathe the humble, fervent prayer, 
And pour the choral song. 

3 Spirit of grace ! Oh, deign to dwell 

Within thy church below ; 
Make her in holiness excel. 
With pure devotion glow. 

4 Let peace within her walls be found ; 

Let all her sons unite 
To spread, with grateful zeal, around 
Her clear and shining light. 

5 Great God, we hail the sacred day 

Which thou hast called thine own, 
With joy the summons we obey 
To worship at thy throne. 

" One thmg have I desired of the Lord.^^ 
Psalm 27. 


1 The Lord of glory is my light. 

And my salvation, too ; 
God is my strength, nor will I fear 
What all my foes can do. 

2 One privilege my heart desires ; 

Oh, grant me an abode 
Among the churches of thy saints, 
The temples of my God ! 

3 There shall I offer my requests. 

And see thy beauty still ; 
Shall hear thy messages of love, 
And there inquire thy will. 

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 

There may his children hide ; 
God has a strong pavilion, where 
He makes my soul abide. 

5 Now shall my head be lifted bigh 

Above my foes around ; 
And songs of joy and victory 
Within tby temple sound. 

/< Q " My voice shalt Thou hear in tTie mornina.''* 
ttO. Psalm 5. 

1 Lord ! in the morning tbou shalt hear 

My voice ascending high ; • 
To thee will I direct my prayer, 
To thee lift up mine eye ; 

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone. 

To plead for all his saints. 
Presenting at his Father's throne 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 But to thy house will I resort. 

To taste thy mercies there; 
I will frequent thy holy court, 
And worship in thy fear. 

5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ! 
Make every path of duty straight. 
And plain before my face. 


The Way, and the Truth, and the 
John 14: 6, 

1 Thou art the Way : to thee alone 
From sin and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek. 
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2 Thou art the Truth : thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst instruct the mind, 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb 

Proclaims thy conquering arili ; 
And those who put their trust in thee 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life : 

Grant us to know that Way ; 
That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 
Which leads to endless day. 

" Come to the -4r*,"— Gen. T : 1. 


1 Come to the ark, come to the ark ; 

To Jesus come away ; 
The* pestilence walks forth by night, 
The arrow flies by day. 

2 Come to the ark : the waters rise, 

The seas their billows rear ; 
While darkness gathers o'er the skies, 
Behold a refuge near ! 

3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep 

Beneath the sense of sin : 
Without, deep calleth unto deep, 
But all is peace within. 

4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood 

Your lingering steps oppose ; 
Come, for the door, which open stood. 
Is now about to close. 

Walk in the light.''— 1 John 1 : T. 


1 Walk in the lio:ht ! so shalt thou know 
That fellowship of love 
His Spirit only can bestow, 
Who reigns in light above. 

Walk in the light ! and thou shalt own 

Thy darkness passed away. 
Because that light on thee hath shone 

In which is perfect day. 
Walk in the light ! and ev'n the tomb 

No fearful shade shall wear : 
Glory shall chase away its gloom, 

For Christ hath conquered there ! 
Walk in the light ! and thine shall be 

A path, though thorny, bright ; 
For God, by grace, sball dwell in thee. 

And God himself is light ! 


7%e happy Some. 

Happy the home, when God is there, 

And love fills every breast ; 
Where one their wish, and one their 

And one their heavenly rest. 
Happy the home where Jesus' name 

Is sweet to every ear ; 
Where children early Hsp his fame. 

And parents hold him dear. 
Happy the home where prayer is heard. 

And praise is wont to rise ; 
Where parents love the sacred word. 

And live but for the skies. 
Lord ! let us in our homes agree. 

This blessed peace to gain ; 
Unite our hearts in love to thee. 

And love to all will reign. 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
Where there are works to make him 

Or saints to love the Lord ! 




" OJi^ give thanks unto the God of god»J'^ 
Psalm 136. 

GivjE thanks to God most higt, 

The universal Lord, 
The sovereign King of kings ; 

And be his name adored : 

Thy mercy, Lord, 
Shall still endure, 

And ever sure 
Abides thy word. 

2 How mighty is his hand ! 

What wonders hath he done ! 
He formed the earth and seas. 
And spread the heavens alone 

His power and grace 
Are still the same 

And let his name 
Have endless praise. 

He saw the nations lie 
All perishing in sin ; 

And pitied the sad state 
The ruined world was in 

Thy mercy, Lord, 
Shall still endure ; 

And ever sure 
Abides thy word. 

He sent his only Son 

To save us from our woe, 

From Satan, sin, and death. 
And every hurtful foe : 

His power and grace 
Are still the same 

And let his name 
Have endless praise. 

5 Give thanks aloud to God, 

To God, the heavenly King ; 
And let the spacious earth 
His works and glories sing : 
Thy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure 
Shall still endure ; | Abides thy word. 

Q /i_ Q Jiesponae to the " New Song.'''' 
tJTlO. Eev. 6. 

1 Shall hymns of grateful love 

Thro' heaven's high arches ring^ 
And all the hosts above 

Their songs of triumph sing ; 
And shall not we take up the strain, 
And send the echo back again ? 

2 Shall they adore the Lord, 

Who bought them with his blood, 
And all the love record 

That led them home to God ; 
And shall not we take up the strain, 
And send the echo back again ? 

3 Oh, spread the joyful sound ! 

The Saviour's love proclaim ; 
And publish all around 

Salvation through his name : 
Till all the world take up the strain, 
And send the echo back again ! 


" The Debt of Love: 

1 Come, every pious heart 

That loves the Saviour's name. 
Your noblest powers exert 

To celebrate his fame : 
Tell all above, and all below, 
The debt of love to him you owe. 

2 He left his starry crown, 

And laid his robes aside ; 
On wings of love came down, 

And wept, and bled, and died ! 
What he endured, oh, who can tell ? 
To save our souls from death and hell ! 




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The mansion of the dead ; 
And thence his mighty foes 

In glorious triumph led ; 
Up thro' the sky the Conqu'ror rode, 
And reigns on high, the Saviour-God. 

4 From thence he '11 quickly come— 

His chariot will not stay — 
And bear our spirits home 

To realms of endless day : 
There shall we see his lovely face, 
And ever be in his embrace. 


^ Holy,, holy, holy. Lord God Ahrdghty.'^ 
Kev. 15:8, 4. 

1 O HOLY, holy Lord, 

Creation's sovereign King, 
Thy majesty adored, 

Let all thy creatures sing : 

Who wast, and art. 
And art to be ; 

Nor time shall see 
Thy sway depart. 

2 Great are thy works of praise, 

O God of boundless might ! 
All just and true thy ways, 
Thou King of saints in light ! 
Let all above, I Conspire to show 

And all below | Thy power and love. 

3 Who shall not fear thee, Lord ! 

And magnify thy name ? 
Thy judgments sent abroad 

Thy holiness proclaim : 
Nations shall throng And thee adore. 
From every shore. In holy song. 

4 While all the powers on high 
Their swelling chorus raise. 
Let earth and man reply, 
And echo back thy praise : 

Thy glory own, 
First, last, and best, 

God ever blest, 
And God alone ! 


ffe is clothed with majesty.''^ 
Psalm 93. 

1 The Lord Jehovah reigns; 

His throne is built on high ; 
The garments he assumes 

Are light and majesty : 
His glories shine with beams so bright, 
No mortal eye can bear the sight. 

2 The thunders of his hand 

Keep the wide world in awe ; 
His wiath and justice stand 

To guard his holy law ; 
And where his love resolves to bless. 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

3 Through all his ancient works 

Surprising wisdom shines, 
Confounds the powers of hell, 

And breaks their cursed designs : 
Strong is his arm, and shall fulfill 
His great decrees, his sovereign will. 

4 And can this mighty King 

Of glory condescend ? 
And will he write his name, 
"My Father and my Friend?" 
I love his name ; I love his word : 
Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord ! 




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1 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if thou be near : 
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes 1 

2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought, — how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I can not live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh. 
For without thee I dare not die. 

4 Be near to bless me when I wake, 
Ere through the world my way I take ; 
Abide with me till in thy love 

I lose myself in heaven above. 

^ X. • Communion with Christ in Worship. 

1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone ! 
Let my religious hours alone : 

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; 
I wait a visit. Lord, from thee. 

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
And kindles with a pure desire : 
Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, 
And feed my soul with heavenly love. 

3 Blest Saviour ! what delicious fare. 
How sweet thine entertainments are ! 
Never did angels taste, above. 
Redeeming grace and dying love. 

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! 
In thee thy Father's glories shine : 
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One 
That eyes have seen, or angels known ! 

4:0, " Thou art my God:'— F&BXm 63. 

1 Great God, indulge my humble claim ; 

Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
The glories that compose thy name 
Stand ail engaged to make me blest. 

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise. 

Thou art my Father and my God ; 
And I am thine, by sacred ties — 

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 

3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands. 

For thee I long, to thee I look ; 
As travelers, in thirsty lands. 

Pant for the cooling water brook. 

4 With early feet I love t' appear 

Among thy saints, and seek thy face ; 
Oft have I seen thy glory there. 

And felt the power of sovereign grace. 

5 I '11 lift my hands, I '11 raise my voice. 

While I have breath to pray or praise ; 
This work shall make my heart rejoice. 
And cheer the remnant of my days. 


'"'•ItoiU hoth lay me down in peace and sleep.* 

Thus far the Lord has led me on ; 

Thus far his power prolongs my days ; 
And every evening shall make known 

Some fresh memorial of his grace. 
Much of my time has run to waste. 

And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
But he forgives my follies past : 

He gives me strength for days to come, 

I lay my body down to sleep ; 

Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
While well-appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 
Faith in thy name forbids my fear ; 

Oh, may thy presence ne'er depart! 
And in the morning make me hear 

The love and kindness of thy heart. 
Thus, when the night of death shall come, 

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground. 
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, 

With sweet salvation in the sound. 

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X O 0» "'^'^ firrea< is His mercy.'''' — Psalm lOS. 

1 The Lord ! how wondrous are his ways ! 
How firm his truth! how large his 

grace ! 
He takes his mercy for his throne, 
And thence he makes his glories known. 

2 Not half so high his power hath spread 
The starry heavens above our head, 
As his rich love exceeds our praise, 
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 

3 Not half so far has nature placed 
The rising morning from the west, 
As his forgiving grace removes 

. The daily guilt of those he loves. 

4 How slowly doth his wrath arise ! 
On swifter wings salvation flies : 
Or, if he lets his anger burn, 
How soon his frowns to pity turn ! 

5 His everlasting love is sure 

To all his saints, and shall endure ; 
From age to age his truth shall reign, 
Nor children's children hope in vain. 

" WJdle I live will J praise the Lord."' 
Psalm 146. 


1 God of my life ! through all my days 
My grateful powers shall sound thy 

praise ; 
The song shall wake with opening light, 
And warble to the silent night. 

2 When anxious care would break my rest, 
And grief would tear my throbbing breast. 
Thy tuneful praises raised on high. 
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all my powers of language fail, 
Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, 
And mean the thanks I can not speak. 

4 But, oh ! when that last conflict 's o'er, 
And I am chained to flesh no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise 

To join the music of the skies ! 

X X jL ♦ -^oiJe of God seen in tJie Seasons. 

1 Our Helper, God ! we bless thy name. 
The same thy power, thy grace the same ; 
The tokens of thy loving care 

Open and crown and close the year. 

2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand. 
Supported by thy guardian hand ; 
And see, when we survey our ways, 
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 

3 Thus far thine arm hath led us on ; 
Thus far we make thy mercy known ; 
And, while we tread this desert land. 
New mercies shall new songs demand. 

4 Our grateful souls on Jordan's shore 
Shall raise one sacred pillar more ; 
Then bear, in thy bright courts above, 
Inscriptions of immortal love. 




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y • ^^ -'^'^y '2/' Chrisfs Resurrection. 

1 Blest morning ! whose young dawning 

Beheld our rising God ; 
That saw him triumph o'er the dust, 
And leave his dark abode. 

2 In the cold prison of a tomb 

The great Redeemer lay, 
Till the revolving skies had brought 
The third, th' appointed day. 

3 Hell and the grave unite their force 

To hold our God, in vain ; 
The sleeping Conqueror arose, 
And burst their feeble chain. 

4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, 

These sacred hours we pay ; 
And loud hosannas shall proclaim 
The triumph of the day. 

5 Salvation and immortal praise 

To our victorious King ! 
Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and seas. 
With glad hosannas ring. 

_L I (J, Condescension of God.— Fm\m S. 

1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow 

Within this earthly frame. 
Through all the world, how great art thou ! 
How glorious is thy name ! 

2 When heaven, thy beauteous work on 

Employs my wondering sight ; 
The moon that nightly rules the sky, 
With stars of feebler light ; — 

3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst 

To bear him in thy mind ! 
Or what his race, that thou shouldst 
To them so wondrous kind I 


O thou, to whom all creatures bow, 

Within this earthly frame ; 
Through all the world, how great art 
thou ! 

How glorious is thy name ! 

" Zo ! /come."— Psalm 40. 


1 O Lord, how infinite thy love ! 

How wondrous are thy ways ! 
Let earth beneath, and heaven above, 
Combine to sing thy praise. 

2 Man in immortal beauty shone, 

Thy noblest work below ; 
Too soon by sin made heir alone 
To death and endless woe. 

3 Then, " Lo ! I come," the Saviour said ; 

Oh, be his name adored, 
Who, with his blood, our ransom paid, 
And life and bliss restored ! 

4 O Lord, how infinite thy love ! 

How wondrous are thy ways ! 
Let earth beneath, and heaven-above, 
Combine to sing thy praise. 

I t/ t7 • " la/mthnot ashamed of the gospel of Christ."" 

1 Dear Lord, and will thy pardoning lovo 

Embrace a wretch so vile ? 
Wilt thou my load of guilt remove. 
And bless me with thy smile ? 

2 Hast thou the cross for me endured, 

And suff*ered all my shame ? 

And shall I be ashamed, O Lord, 

To own thy precious name ? 

3 No, Lord, I 'm not ashamed of thee, 

Nor of thy cross and death : 
Oh, do not be ashamed of me, 
When I resign my breath ! 

4 Be thou my Shield, be thou my Sun ! 

Oh, guide me all my days ; 





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And let my feet with joy run on 
In thy delightful ways ! 


'■'^ And I will praise Tliy name for ever and 
ever.''' — Psn'lm 145. 

1 Long as I live, I '11 bless thy name, 

My King, my God of love ; 
My work and joy shall be the same 
In the bright world above. 

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, 

Oh, let his praise be great ! 
I '11 sing the honors of thy throne ; 
Thy works of grace repeat. 

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ; 

And while my lips rejoice, 
The men who hear my sacred song. 
Shall join their cheerful voice. 

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, 

And children learn thy ways : 

Ages to come thy truth proclaim. 

And nations sound thy praise. 

QQ^ " Neither shall any man pluck them out of 
Q O ^ , my hand:'— John 10: 28. 

1 Firm as the earth thy Gospel stands. 

My Lord, my Hope, my Trust ! 
If I am found in Jesus' hands, 
My soul can ne'er be lost. 

2 His honor is engaged to save 

The meanest of his sheep ; 
All whom his heavenly Father gave. 
His hands securely keep. 

3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove 

His favorites from his breast ; 
Safe in the bosom of his love 
They must for ever rest. 

X V 4 O • "^iOtt and the ark of Thy eirengih." 

1 O THOU whose own vast temple stands, 
Built over earth and sea, 

Accept the walls that human hands 

Have raised to worship thee ! 
Lord, from thine inmost glory send, 

Within these courts to bide, 
The peace that dwelleth without end 

Serenely by thy side ! 
May erring minds that worship here 

Be taught the better way ; 
And they who mourn, and they who fear, 

Be strengthened as they pray. 
May faith grow firm, and love grow 

And pure devotion rise. 
While round these hallowed walls the 

Of earth-born passion dies. 

Our fathers have told ws."— Psalm 44. 


1 O Lord, our fathers oft have told, 

In our attentive ears. 
Thy wonders in their days performed, 
And elder times than theirs. 

2 For, not their courage, nor their sword 

To them salvation gave ; 
Nor strength that from unequal force 
Their fainting troops could save. 

3 But thy right hand and powerful arm. 

Whose succor they implored ; 
Thy presence with the chosen race. 
Who thy great name adored. 

4 As thee, their God, our fathers owned, 

Thou art our sovereign King : 
Oh, therefore, as thou didst to them, 
To us deliverance bring ! 

5 To thee the triumph we ascribe, 

From whom the conquest came; 
In God we will rejoice all day, 
And ever bless thy name. 




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" Let us go into the house of the Lord.''' 
Psalm 122. 

1 How pleased and blest was I 
To hear the people cry, 

" Come, let us seek our God to-day ! " 

Yes, with a cheerful zeal 

We haste to Zion's hill. 
And there our vows and honors pay. 

2 Zion, thrice happy place, 
Adorned with wondrous grace. 

And walls of strength embrace thee round ! 
In thee our tribes appear 
To pray, and praise, and hear 

The sacred Gospel's joyful sound. 

3 May peace attend thy gate. 
And joy within thee wait 

To bless the soul of every guest : 

The man who seeks thy peace, 
And wishes thine increase, 

A thousand blessings on him rest ! 

4 My tongue repeats her vows, 

" Peace to this sacred house ! " 
For here my friends and kindred dwell ; 
And since my glorious God 
Makes thee his blest abode, 
My soul shall ever love thee well. 


'■'■Jehovah reigns.''^ 

1 The Lord Jehovah reigns, 
And royal state maintains. 
His head with awful glories crowned ; 

Arrayed in robes of light, 
Begirt with sovereign might, 
And rays of majesty around. 

2 Upheld by thy commands, 
The world securely stands. 

And skies and stars obey thy word : 
Thy throne was fixed on high 
Before the starry sky : 

Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord ! 

3 Let floods and nations rage. 
And all their powers engage ; 

Let swelling tides assault the sky : 
The terrors of thy frown 
Shall beat their madness down : 

Thy throne for ever stands on high. 

4 Thy promises are true ; 
Thy grace is ever new ; 

There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove 
Thy saints, with holy fear. 
Shall in thy courts appear, 

And sing thine everlasting love. 

O v) • Christian Concord.— ?&B\m 188. 

1 How pleasant 'tis to see 
Kindred and friends agree, — 

Each in his proper station move. 
And each fulfill his part, 
With sympathizing heart. 

In all the cares of life and love ! 

2 Like fruitful showers of rain, 
That water all the plain, 

Descending from the neighboring hills, 
Such streams of pleasure roll 
Through every friendly soul. 

Where love, like heavenly dew, distills. 



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1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay ; 
Let each enraptured thought obey. 

And praise th' Almighty's name : 
Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies. 
In one melodious concert rise, 

To swell th' inspiring theme. 

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, 
"While all th' adoring throngs around 

His boundless mercy sing : 
Let every listening saint above 
Wake all the tuneful soul of love, 

And touch the sweetest string. 

3 Let every element rejoice ; 

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice 

To him who bids you roll : 
His praise in softer notes declare, 
Each whispering breeze of yielding air, 

And breathe it to the soul. 

4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing ; 
Ye feathered warblers of the spring, 

Harmonious anthems raise 
To him who shaped your finer mold, 
Who tipped your glittering wings with 

And tuned your voice to praise. 

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, 
Let man, in God's own image made, 

His breath in praise employ ; 

Spread wide his Maker's name around, 
While heaven's broad arch rings back 
the sound, — 
The song of holy joy ! 

Ot/t/» Batae-S(mg of the BeformaUon. 

1 Fear not, O little flock, the foe 
Who madly seeks your overthrow ; 

Dread not his rage and power : 
Whattho' your courage sometimes faints! 
This seeming triumph o'er God's saints 

Lasts but a little hour. 

2 Fear not ! be strong ! your cause belongs 
To him who can avenge your wrongs ; 

Leave all to him, your Lord : 
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
Salvation shall for you arise : 

He girdeth on his sword ! 

3 As sure as God's own promise stands, 
Not earth, nor hell, with all their bands, 

Against us shall prevail : 
The Lord shall mock them from his 

throne ; 
God is with us, we are his own ; 

Our vict'ry can not fail ! 

4 Amen I Lord Jesus, grant our prayer : 
Great Captain ! now thine aim make bare, 

Thy church with strength defend : 
So shall all saints and martyrs raise 
A joyful chorus to thy praise. 

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"1 A Q " To'day, if ye tcill hear His voiced 
XUt/. Psalm 95. 

1 Come, let our voices join to raise 
A sacred song of solemn praise : 
God is a sovereign King ; rehearse 
His honors in exalted verse. 

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, 
Who framed our natures with his word : 
He is our Shepherd, we the sheep 

His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 

3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day ; 
The counsels of his love obey ; 
'Not let our hardened hearts renew 
The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 

4 Seize the kind promise while it waits. 
And march to Zion's heavenly gates : 
Believe, and take the promised rest ; 
Obey, and be for ever blest. 

m" While I live will I praise the Lord.'''' 
Psalm 146. 

1 Praise ye the Lord ! my heart shall join 
In work so pleasant, so divine : 

My days of praise shall ne'er be passed. 
While life, and thought, and being last. 

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God : he made the sky. 
And earth, and s^as, with all their train ; 
And none shall find his promise vain. 

3 His truth for ever stands secure ; 

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

4 He loves his saints, he knows them well. 
But turns the wicked down to hell : 
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ; 

Praise him in everlasting strains. 

1^/1 " Oh, that men would praise the Lord for 
Xt/tt. His goodness r—^s,a\m \^1. 

1 Give thanks to God ; he reigns above ; 
Kind are his thoughts, his name is love ; 

His mercy ages past have known, 
And ages long to come shall own. 

2 Let the redeemed of the Lord 
The wonders of his grace record ; 
Israel, the nation, whom he chose, 
And rescued from their mighty foes. 

3 He feeds and clothes us all the way. 
He guides our footsteps lest we stray ; 
He guards us with a powerful hand. 
And brings us to the heavenly land. 

4 Oh, let the saints with joy record 
The truth and goodness of the Lord ! 
How great his works ! how kind his ways ! 
Let every tongue pronounce his praise. 

\_0 i , Providence and Grace of God.— Psa\m 86. 

1 High in the heavens, eternal God ! 

Thy goodness in full glory shines ; 

Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud 

That vails and darkens thy designs. 

2 For ever firm thy justice stands. 

As mountains their foundations keep : 
Wise are the wonders of thy hands ; 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 

3 My God, how excellent thy grace ! 

Whence all our hope and comfort 
springs ; 
The sons of Adam, in distress. 
Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 

4 From the provisions of thy house 

We shall be fed with sweet repast ; 
There, mercy, like a river, flows. 
And brings salvation to our taste. 

5 Life, like a fountain, rich and free. 

Springs from the presence of my Lord; 
And in thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promised in thy word. 




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5 Lord, let my soul for ever share 
The bliss of thy paternal care ! 

'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above, 
To see thy face, and sing thy love. 

6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; . 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Q I , " Bid us all depart in peace.'''' 

1 Dismiss us with thy blessing. Lord ; ' 
Help us to feed upon thy word ; 

All that has been amiss, forgive, > 
And let thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good : 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood ; 
Give every burdened soul release. 
And bid us all depart in peace. 

1 /^ A ^'^JSlow to anger, and plenteous in mercy." 
XUU. Psalm 103. 

1 My soul, inspired with sacred love, 

God's holy name for ever bless ! 
Of all his favors mindful prove. 

And still thy grateful thanks express. 

2 The Lord abounds with tender love. 

And unexampled acts of grace ; 
His wakened wrath doth slowly move, 
His willing mercy flies apace. 

3 As high as heaven its arch extends 

Above this little spot of clay. 
So much his boundless grace transcends 
The best obedience we can pay. 

4 As far as 't is from east to west. 

So far has he our sins re^ioved. 
Who, with a father's tender breast, 
Has such as fear him always loved. 

5 Let every creature join to bless 

The mighty Lord ! and tliou, my heart, 
With grateful joy thy thanks express, 
And in this concert bear thy part. 

^Q, The Morning Sacrifice. 

1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy d^ily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Awake, lift up thyself^ my heart. 
And with the angels bear thy part. 
Who all night long unwearied sing 
High praises to th' eternal King. 

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me while I slept ; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

4 Lord, I my vows to thee renew : 
Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 
Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
And with thyself my spirit fill. 

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day. 
All I design, or do, or say ; 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

• " -^*'<^^ *^^ unde/r the shadow of Thy wings.'''' 

1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light : 
Keep me, oh, keep me. King of kings, 
Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 

2 Forgive me. Lord ! thro' thy dear Son, 
The ill which I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
Rise glorious at thy judgment day. 

4 Be thou my guardian while I sleep, 
Thy watchful station near me keep ; 
My heart with love celestial fill, 

And guard me from th' approach of ill. 


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1 Q *^BeauUful for situation, the joy of the whole 
X t/ • earth.'"— PsaXm 48. 

1 Far as thy name is known, 

The world declares thy praise ; 
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, 
Their songs of honor raise. 

2 With joy thy people stand 

On Zion's chosen hill, 
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
And counsels of thy will. 

3 Let strangers walk around 

The city where we dwell. 
Compass and view thine holy ground. 
And mark the building well — 

4 The order of thy house. 

The worship of thy court. 
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows ; 
And make a fair report. 

5 How decent, and how wise ! 

How glorious to behold ! 
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
And rites adorned with gold. 

6 The God we worship now 

Will guide us till we die ; 
Will be our God, while here below, 
And ours above the sky. 


Row beaut 

ful upon the mountaina.'' 
[saiah 52 : 7. 

1 How beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Zion's hill ! 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
And words of peace reveal. 

2 How charming is their voice ! 

How sweet the tidings are ! — 

" Zion, behold thy Saviour King ! 

He reigns and triumphs here." 

3 How happy are our ears, 

That hear this joyful sound, 

Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found ! 

4 How blessed are our eyes. 

That see this heavenly light ! 
Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice. 

And tuneful notes employ ; 

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 

Arid deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 

Through all the earth abroad : 
Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 

1 C\^'7 " ^« Head-stone of the cornerj^ 
XU^/ 4 • Psalm il8. 

1 See what a living stone 

The builders did refuse ! 
Yet God hath built his church thereon. 
In spite of envious Jews. 

2 The scribe and angry priest 

Reject thine only Son ; 
Yet on this rock shall Zion rest. 

As the chief corner-stone. 
8 The work, O Lord, is thine. 

And wondrous in our eyes : 
This day declares it all divine ; 

This day did Jesus rise. 

4 This is the glorious day 

That our Redeemer made : 
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray ; 
Let all the church be glad. 

5 Hosanna to the King, 

Of David's royal blood ! 
Bless him, ye saints ! he comes to bring 
Salvation from your God. 

6 We bless thine holy word. 

Which all this grace displays, 
And offer on thine altar. Lord, 
Our sacrifice of praise. 









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1 God of almighty power, 

How glorious are thy ways ! 
Angels thy majesty adore, 

All creatures speak thy praise. 

2 Wherever earth is fair. 

Or brighter worlds extend, 
Almighty Sovereign ! thou art there, 
Creation's Lord and Friend. 

3 And where the stars are not, 

Nor sun hath ever shone. 
Beyond the flight of human thought. 
There thou art God alone. 

4 Heaven is thy glorious throne. 

Earth does thy footstool seem ; 
But souls redeemed thou lov'st to own 
Thy richer diadem. 

5 And, while they bless thy name, 

Hell trembles at thy rod : 
Earth, heaven, and hell, thy power pro- 
claim ; 
All things proclaim thee God ! 


I I •/ Q " 7%ou shall arise, and have mercy upon 

1 O Lord our God ! arise ; 

The cause of truth maintain ; 
And wide o'er all the peopled world 
Extend her blessed reign. 

2 Thou Prince of life ! arise, 

Nor let thy glory cease ; 
Far spread the conquests of thy grace, 
And bless the earth with peace. 

3 Thou Holy Ghost! arise. 

Extend thy healing wing, 
And o'er a dark and ruined world 
Let light and order spring. 

4 O all ye nations ! rise, — 

To God, the Saviour, sing ; 
From shore to shore, from earth to heaven, 
Let echoing anthems ring ! 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 


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/(iQ ^^ I will love T%ee, Lord, my strength.'" 
^^^* Psalm 18. 

1 Thee will I love, O God, and own 
My strength is in thine arm alone. 
Jehovah is my rock, my tower, 
My Saviour in the darkest honr ; 

My God, my strength, my confidence. 
My buckler, helm, and high defense : 
On him I call, and bless his name ; 
Ne'er shall my hope be put to shame. 

2 With forms of death on every side. 
Beset with foes, my courage died ; 
Hell compassed me with horrors dread. 
The snares of death were round me 

spread : 
In my distress to God I prayed, 
I called upon my God for aid ; 
He heard my cry ; it reached his throne : 
Thee will I love, O God, alone. 

" Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house.''^ 
Psalm 84. 


1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! 
With long desire my spirit faints. 
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode ; 
My panting heart cries out for God : 
My God ! my King ! why should I be 
So far from all my joys and thee ! 

3 Blest are the saints, who sit on high. 
Around thy throne above the sky : 
Thy brightest glories shine above. 
And all their work is praise and love. 

4 Blest are the souls, who find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace ; 
There they behold thy gentler rays, 
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise- 

5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate : 

God is their strength ; and thro' the road 
They lean upon their helper, God. 

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength. 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length ; 
Till all before thy face appear. 

And join in nobler worship there. 

Jay in the House of God. — Psalm 84 


1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings 
The joy that from thy presence springs; 
To spend one day with thee on earth, 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
Within thy house, O God of grace. 
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power 
Should tempt my feet to leave thy doof. 




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3 God is our sun — ^he makes our day ; 
God is our shield — he guards our way 
From all th' assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without and foes within. 

4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory, too ; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

5 God, our King, whose sovereign sway 
The glorious host of heaven obey, 
Display thy grace, exert thy power, 
Till all on earth thy name adore ! 

OU. " ^^^ *« <^*« ^ing of glory r—Fsa\m 24. 

1 Oh, hallowed is the land and blest, 
Where Christ, the Ruler, is confessed ! 
Oh, happy hearts and happy homes, 
To whom the great Redeemer comes ! 

2 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates ! 
Behold, the King of glory waits : 
The King of kings is drawing near ; 
The Saviour of the world is here. 

3 Fling wide the portals of your heart : 
Make it a temple set apart 

From earthly use for heaven's employ. 
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy. 

4 Redeemer, come ! I open wide 

My soul to thee ; here. Lord, abide ! 
Thankful and glad my song I raise. 
And give to thee a life of praise. 


Before Jehovah's awful throne'^—Vsalm 100. 

Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : 

Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid. 

Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, 

Our souls, and all our mortal frame : 
AVhat lasting honors shall we rear. 
Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful 

High as the heaven our voices raise ; 
And earth, with herten thousand tongues. 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding 


5 Wide as the world is thy command, 

Vast as eternity, thy love : 
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

• 1 T " <^'*i fii^ff '^J'^^ i^^^ Lord a new song. 
" • • Psalm 96. 

1 Unto the Lord, unto the Lord, 

Oh, sing a new and joyful song ! 
Declare his glory, tell abroad 
The wonders that to him belong. 

2 For he is great, for he is great ; 

Above all gods his throne is raised ; 
He reigns in majesty and state, 

In strength and beauty is he praised. 

3 Give to the Lord, give to the Lord 

The glory due unto his name ; 
Enter his courts with sweet accord ; 
In songs of joy his grace proclaim. 

4 For lo ! he comes, for lo ! he comes 

To judge the earth in truth and love : 

His saints in triumph leave their tombs. 

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1 Early, my God ! without delay, 

I haste to seek thy face ; 
My thirsty spirit faints away. 
Without thy cheering grace. 

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 

Beneath a burning sky. 
Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
And they must drink or die. 

3 I Ve seen thy glory and thy power 

Through all thy temple shine : 
My God ! repeat that heavenly hour. 
That vision so divine. 

4 Not life itself, with all its joys. 

Can my best passions move. 
Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
As thy forgiving love. 

5 Thus, till my last expiring day, 

I *11 bless my God and King ; 
Thus will I lift my hands to pray 
And tune my lips to sing. 

" Thou dear JRedeemer, dying Zamb* 


1 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, 

I love to hear of thee; 
No music 's like thy charming name, 
Nor half so sweet can be. 

2 Oh, may I ever hear thy voice 

In mercy to me speak ; 
In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice, 
And thy salvation seek. 

3 My Jesus shall be still my theme, 

While on this earth I stay ; 

I '11 sing my Jesus* lovely name. 

When all things else decay. 

4 When I appear in yonder cloud, 
With all his favored throng. 
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud, 
And Christ shall be my song. 


" 7%e Lamb is the Ught th»rMf: 

1 O THOU, who art enrobed with light. 

How pure the soul must be, 
When, placed within thy searching sight. 
It shrinks not, but with calm delight 

Can live and look on thee ! 

2 Lord, how can I, whose native sphere 

Is dark, whose mind is dim. 
Before thy radiant light appear, 
And on my naked spirit bear 

Thine uncreated beam ? 

3 Is there a way for man to rise 

To that sublime abode ? 
Thine offring and thy sacrifice. 
Thy pains, and groans, and tears, and enes^ 

Thy death, O Lamb of God!— 

4 These, these prepare us for the sight 

Of Majesty above ; 
The sons of ignorance and night 
Can dwell in the eternal Light, 

Through the eternal Love. 

Be of good cheer, thy svm heforgiv«n 
<Aee."— Matt. 9: 2. 


1 My Saviour, let me hear thy voice 

Pronounce the word of peace. 
And all my warmest powers shall join 
To celebrate thy grace. 

2 With gentle smiles call me thy child, 

And speak my sins forgiven : 
The accents mild shall charm my ear, 
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3 Cheerfiil, where'er thy hand shall lead, 

The darkest path I '11 tread ; 
Cheerful I '11 quit these mortal shores, 
And mingle with the dead. 

4 When dreadful guilt is done away, 

No other fears we know : 
That hand which scatters pardons down. 
Shall crowns of life bestow. 

Dear Refuge of my weary «om/." 

668. ■• 

1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 

On thee, when sorrows rise — 
On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 

2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 

For thou alone canst heal ; 
Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

8 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
And shall I seek in vain ? 
And can the ear of sovereign grace 
Be deaf when I complain ? 

4 No : still the ear of sovereign grace 

Attends the mourner's prayer ; 
Oh, may I ever find access 
To breathe my sorrows there! 

5 Thy mercy seat is open still ; 

Here let my soul retreat. 
With humble hope attend thy will. 
And wait beneath thy feet. 

I 4:» ^''Wait, I Bay, on the i.ard."— Psalm 27. 

1 Soon as I heard my Father say, 

" Ye children, seek my grace," 
My heart replied, without delay, 
" I '11 seek my Father's face." 

2 Let not thy face be hid from me, 

Nor frown my soul away ; 
God of my life ! I fly to thee 
In each distressing day. 

3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear 

Leave me to want, or die : 
My God would make my life his care, 
And all my need supply. 

4 My fainting flesh had died with grief, 

Had not my soul believed 
To see thy grace provide relief; 
Nor was my hope deceived. 

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, 

And keep your courage up ; 
He '11 raise your spirit when it faints, 
And far exceed your hope. 

J-^OD* Home for the Weary. 

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest. 

To mourning wanderers given ; 
There is a tear for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast : 

'T is found above — in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls, 

By sin and sorrow driven, — 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear — but heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye 

To brighter prospects given ; 
And views the tempest passing by, 
The evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene — in heaven. 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 

And joys supreme arc given ; 
There rays divine disperse the gloom; 
Beyond the confines of the tomb 

Appeal's the dawn of heaven ! 



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1 Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise 
The blessings of redeeming grace ! 
Jesus, your everlasting tower. 

Stands firm against the tempest's power. 

2 He is a refuge ever nigh ; 

His love endures as mountains high ; 

His name 's a rock, which winds above, 

And waves below, can never move. 
S While all things change, he changes not ; 

He ne'er forgets, though oft forgot ; 

His love will ever be the same ; 

His word, enduring as his name. 
4 Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise 

The blessings of this wondrous grace ! 

Jesus, your everlasting tower. 

Can bear, unmoved, the tempest's power. 

40 U • " -^^ ^^f^ ^<^^^ <^tt things «jeW."— Mark 7 : 3T. 

1 Now, in a song of grateful praise, 

To my dear Lord my voice I '11 raise ; 
With all his saints I '11 join to tell 
That Jesus hath done all things well. 

2 Wisdom, and power, and love divine. 
In all his works, unrivaled, shine, 
And force the wondering world to tell 
That he alone did all things well. 

3 Howe'er mysterious are his ways. 
Or dark and sorrowful my days ; 
And though my spirit oft rebel, 

I know he still doth all things well. 

4 And when I stand before his throne, 
And all his ways are fully known, 
This note in sweetest strains shall swell. 
That Jesus hath done all things well. 

7 y O . " AsTuwied of Jesus r 

1 Jesus ! and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 


Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine thro' endless days ? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star : 

. He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
No : when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, 
When I 've no guilt to wash away ; 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

5 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! 
And, oh, may this my glory be. 
That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 

1 C\^A. "Awake, awake! put on thy strength, O 
X U ^ tt. Zionr—l&a\ah 52 : 1. 

1 Triumphant Zion ! lift thy head 
From dust and darkness and the dead ; 
Though humbled long, awake at length. 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on. 
And let thy various charms be known : 
Then decked in robes of righteousness. 
The world thy glories shall confess. 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear ; 
His hand thy ruin shall repair ; 

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
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Eev. 19 : 6. 


1 The Lord is King ! lift up thy voice, 
O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice ! 
From world to world the joy shall ring : 
" The Lord omnipotent is King !" 

2 The Lord is King ! who then shall dare 
Resist his will, distrust his care ? 

Holy and true are all his ways : 
Let every creature speak his praise. 

3 The Lord is King ! exalt your strains ; 
Ye saints, your God, your Father reigns ; 
One Lord one empire all secures : 

He reigns, and life and death are yours. 

4 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, 
His might decay, his love forsake. 
Then may his children cease to sing, 
" The Lord omnipotent is King !" 

Reign of the Messiah. — Isaiah 60. 


1 Rise, crowned with light ; great Salem, 
rise ! 
Exalt thy head, and lift thine eyes ; 
See a long race thy courts adorn. 
Of sons and daughters yet unborn. 

See nations at thy gates attend, 
And lowly in thy temple bend ; 
See crowds on every side arise. 
Eager to mount above the skies. 

3 See heaven its portals wide display. 
And pour on thee a flood of day ! 
Thy day shall shine for ever bright. 
For God himself shall be thy light. 

4 What though the skies in smoke decay. 
Rocks fall, and mountains melt away ! 
Fixed is his word, his power remains : 
Thy glorious King, Messiah, reigns ! 

Q I Q , " Go, labor on^ 

1 Go, labor on ; spend and be spent, — 

Thy joy to do the Father's will : 
It is the way the Master went ; 

Should not the servant tread it still ? 

2 Go, labor on ; 't is not for naught ; 

Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain ; 
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not ; 
The Master praises, — what are men ? 

3 Go, labor on ; enough, while here. 

If he shall praise thee, if he deign 
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer : 
No toil for him shall be in vain. 

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice ; 

For toil comes rest, for exile home ; 
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's 
The midnight peal : "Behold, I come !" 

4 y, "<5^o, labor on:' 

1 Go, labor on ; your hands are weak. 

Your knees are faint, your soul cast 
down ; 
Yet falter not ; the prize you seek 
Is near, — a kingdom and a crown ! 

2 Go, labor on, while it is day ; 

The world's dark night is hastening on; 
Speed, speed thy work, — cast sloth away ! 
It is not thus that souls are won. 

3 Men die in darkness at your side. 

Without a hope to cheer the tomb : 
Take up the torch and wave it wide — 
The torch that lights time's thickest 

4 Toil on, — faint not, — keep watch and 

pray ! 
Be wise the erring soul to win ; , 
Go forth into the world's highway ; 
Compel the wanderer to come in. 


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J^ J^^, "FAo i« WA;6 rmto <^« Lord our Godf* 

1 Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above ; 
Oh, gratefully sing his power and his love ! 
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Bays, 
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 

2 Oh, tell of his might, oh, sing of his grace. 
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space ! 

His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form. 
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 

3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? 
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 

It streams from the hills, it descends to the plains, 
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rains. 

4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; 

Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end ! 
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. 


1 Ye servants of God, 

Your Master proclaim, 
And publish abroad 

His wonderful name : 
The name, all victorious. 

Of Jesus extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious, 

And rules over all. 

2 God ruleth on high, 

Almighty to save ; 
And still he is nigh ; 

His presence we have : 
The great congregation 

His triumph shall sing. 
Ascribing salvation 

To Jesus, our King. 

^* Salvation to our God^ 

3 "Salvation to God, 

Who sits on the throne," 
Let all cry aloud. 

And honor the Son : 
Our Saviour's high praises 

The angels proclaim, — 
Fall down on their faces. 

And worship the Lamb. 

4 Then let us adore. 

And give him his right — 
All glory and power. 

And wisdom and might ; 
All honor and blessing. 

With angels above, 
And thanks never ceasing, 

And infinite love ! 

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1 The God of Abrah'm praise, 

Who reigns enthroned above : 
Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love : 
Jehovah, great I am ! 

By earth and heaven confessed : 

1 bow and bless the sacred name, 

For ever blest. 

2 The God of Abraham praise. 

At whose supreme command 
From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
At his right hand : 
I all on earth forsake. 

Its wisdom, fame, and power; 
And him my only portion make, 
My shield and tower. 

3 He by himself hath sworn ; 

I on his oath depend ; 
I shall on eagles' wings upborne 
To heaven ascend : 
I shall behold his face, 
I shall his power adore. 
And sing the wonders of his grace 
For evermore. 

34:4:» '^^ Vitiion of ChrUU Glory. 

1 The goodly land I see. 

With peace and plenty blest ; 

A land of sacred liberty, 
And endless rest ; 
There milk and honey flow, 
And oil and wine abound ; 
And trees of life for ever grow 
With mercy crowned. 

2 There dwells the Lord, our King, 

The Lord our righteousness : 
Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 
The Prince of Peace, 
On Zion's sacred height, 
His kingdom still maintains. 
And glorious, with his saints in light, 
For ever reigns. 

3 Before the Saviour's face 

The ransomed nations bow, 
O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace, 
For ever new : 
He shows his prints of love ; 
They kindle to a flame. 
And sound, through all the worlds above, 
"The slaughtered Lamb!" 

4 The whole triumphant host 

Give thanks to God on high : 
"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!" 
They ever cry. 
Hail, Abrah'm's God and mine ! 
(I join the heavenly lays) 
All might and majesty are thine, 
And endless praise ! 




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1 Now for a tune of lofty praise 
To great Jehovah's equal Son ! 
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays ; 
Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 

2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, 
And the bright robes he wore above ; 
How swift and joyful was his flight 
On wings of everlasting love. 

3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, 
Th' almighty Captive prisoner lay ; 
Th almighty Captive left the earth, 
And rose to everlasting day. 

4 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, — 
Up to his throne of shining grace ; 
See what immortal glories sit 
Round the sweet beauties of his face ! 

5 Among a thousand harps and songs, 
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns ; 

His sacred name fills all their tongues. 
And echoes thro' the heavenly plains ! 

Christ the Way to God. 


1 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone — 
He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I '11 pursue 
The narrow way, till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went. 
The way that leads from banishment, 
The King's high way of holiness, 

I '11 go, for all his patiis are peace. 

8 This is the way I long had sought. 
And mourned because I found it not; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
** Come hither, soul ; I am the way." 

4 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb ! 
Wilt take me, guilty as I am : 
Nothing but sin I thee can give ; 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

5 Now will I tell to sinners round 
How dear a Saviour I have found : 
I '11 point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, " Behold the way to God !" 

Q X^), "I send the joys of earth cuuoay.^' 

1 I SEND the joys of earth away ; 
Away, ye tempters of the mind. 
False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 
And empty as the whistling wind ! 

2 Your streams were floating me along, 
Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
And while I listened to your song. 
Your streams had ev'n conveyed me there, 

3 Lord ! I adore thy matchless grace. 
Which warned me of that dark abyss. 
Which drew me from those treacherous 

And bade me seek superior bliss. 

4 Now to the shining realms above 

I stretch my hands and glance my eyes ; 
Oh for the pinions of a dove 
To bear me to the upper skies ! 

5 There, from the bosom of my God, 
Oceans of endless pleasure roll ; 
There would I fix my last abode. 
And drown the sorrows of my soul 1 


Glory to thee, O God, most high ! 
Father, we praise thy majesty ! 
The Son, the Spirit, we adore. 
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JL\J JlO* Psalm 135. 

1 Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name, 
While in his holy courts ye wait, — 
Ye saints, who to his house belong, 
Or stand attending at his gate. 

2 Praise ye the Lord ! the Lord is good ! 
To praise his name is sweet employ ; 
Israel he chose of old, and still 

His church is his peculiar joy. 

3 The Lord himself will judge his saints : 
He treats his servants as his friends ; 
And, when he hears their sore complaints, 
Repents the sorrows that he sends. 

4 Bless him, all ye who taste his love ! 
People and priests, exalt his name : 
Among his saints he ever dwells ; 
His church is his Jerusalem. 

The Stone which the hwildera refused.'* 
Psalm 118. 


1 Lo ! what a glorious corner-stone 
The Jewish builders did refuse ! 

But God has built his church thereon, 
In spite of envy and the Jews. 

2 Great God ! the work is all divine, 
The joy and wonder of our eyes ! 
This is the day that proves it thine, — 
The day that saw our Saviour rise. 

3 Sinners, rejoice ! and saints, be glad ! 
Hosanna ! let his name be blest ; 

A thousand honors on his head. 
With peace, and light, and glory, rest ! 

1 A O Q " Ood is in the midst of her ; she shall 
X.\j ^U • not he moved.'''' 

1 Happy the church, thou sacred place. 
The seat of thy Creator's grace ! 
Thine holy courts are his abode. 
Thou earthly palace of our God ! 

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates 
A guard of heavenly warriors waits ; 

Nor shall thy deep foundations move. 
Fixed on his counsels and his love. 

3 Thy foes in vain designs engage ; 
Against thy throne in vain they rage : 
Like rising waves, with angry roar. 
That dash and die upon the shore. 

4 God is our shield, and God our sun ; 
Swift as the fleeting moments run. 
On us he sheds new beams of grace. 
And we reflect his brightest praise. 

1 AQ/^ ''Unto Tliee shall all flesh come:" 
XUOU. Psalm 65. 

1 The praise of Zion waits for thee. 
Great God ! and praise becomes thy house ; 
There shall thy saints thy glory see, 
And there perform their public vows. 

2 O thou whose mercy bends the skies, 
To save when humble sinners pray ! 
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, 
And grateful isles of every sea. 

3 Soon shall the flocking nations run 
To Zion's hill, and own their Lord ; 
The rising and the setting sun 
Shall see the Saviour's name adored. 

_L \J ^ I , " T%e Lord shall be thine everlasting light:' 

1 Though now the nations sit beneath 
The darkness of o'erspreading death, 
God will arise with light divine, 

On Zion's holy towers to shine. 

2 That light shall glance on distant lands, 
And heathen tribes, in joyful bands. 
Come with exulting haste to prove 
The power and greatness of his love. 

3 Lord, spread the triumphs of thy grace ; 
Let truth, and righteousness, and peace, 
In mild and lovely forms, display 

The glories of the latter day. 



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" <?o(? «o loved the world.'" 


1 Oh, for a shout of joy, 

High as the theme we sing! 
To this divine employ 

Your hearts and voices bring : 
Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad, 
The love, th' eternal love, of God. 

2 Unnumbered myriads stand. 

Of seraphs bright and fair ; 
Or bow at his right hand, 

And pay their homage there : 
But strive in vain, with loudest chord, 
To sound the wondrous love of God. 

3 Though earth and hell assail. 

And doubts "and fears arise, 
The weakest shall prevail, 

And grasp the heavenly prize ; 
And through an endless age record 
The love, th' unchanging love, of God. 

4 Oh, for a shout of joy. 

High as the theme we sing ! 
To this divine employ 

Your hearts and voices bring : 
Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad, 
Th' love, th' eternal love, of God. 

^ I fj , " Good tidings of great ^*oy."— Luke 2. 

1 Hark ! hark ! the notes of joy 

Roll o'er the heavenly plains. 
And seraphs find employ 

For their sublimest strains : 
Some new delight in heaven is known ; 
Loud sound the harps around the throne. 

2 Hark ! hark ! the sound draws nigh, — 

The joyful host descends ; 

Jesus forsakes the sky. 

To earth his footsteps bend : 
He comes to bless our fallen race ; 
He comes with messages of grace. 

3 Bear, bear the tidings round ! 

Let every mortal know 
What love in God is found. 

What pity he can show : 
Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll, 
Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 

4 Strike, strike the harps again, 

To great Immanuel's name ! 
Arise, ye sons of men. 

And all his grace proclaim : 
Angels and men, wake every string, 
'T is God the Saviour's praise we sing ! 

X O • '^"^y **^ Christ. 

1 Jesus ! — harmonious name ! 

It charms the hosts above ; 
They evermore proclaim, 

And wonder at his love : 
'T is all their happiness to gaze, 
'T is heaven to see our Jesus' face. 

2 His name the sinner hears, 

And is from sin set free ; 
'T is music in his ears, 

'T is life and victory : 
New songs do now his lips employ. 
And bounds his gladdened heart with joy, 

3 Oh, unexampled love! 

Oh, all-redeeming grace ! 
How swiftly didst thou move 

To save a fallen race ! 
What shall I do to make it known. 
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4 Oh, for a trumpet voice, 

On all the world to call, 
To bid their hearts rejoice 

In him who died for all ! 
For all, my Lord was crucified ; 
For all, my Saviour bled and died. 

O ^ /^ "J. great High Priest, that is passed into 

I U • the heavens.'''' — Heb. 4 : 14. 

1 Th' atoning work is done, 

The victim's blood is shed, 
And Jesus now is gone 

His people's cause to plead : 
He stands in heaven their great High Priest, 
And bears their names upon his breast. 

2 No temple made with hands 

His place of service is ; 
In heaven itself he stands, 

A heavenly priesthood his : 
In him the shadows of the law 
Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. 

3 And though awhile he be 

Hid from the eyes of men, 
His people look to see 

Their great High Priest again : 
In brightest glory he will come, 
And take his waiting people home. 

y X • ''Rejoice, the Lord is King P* 

1 Rejoice ! the Lord is King ; 

Your Lord and King adore : 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 

And triumph evermore ! 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again 1 say, rejoice ! 

2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns. 

The God of truth and love ; 
When he had purged our stains, 

He took his seat above : 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice 1 

3 His kingdom can not fail ; 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ; 
The keys of death and hell 

Are to our Jesus given : 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice ! — again I say, rejoice ! 

4 Rejoice in glorious hope : 

Jesus, the Judge, shall come, 
And take his servants up 
To their eternal hbme : 
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice ; 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice ! 

4: I 4 • Adoration of the Trinity. 

1 I GIVE immortal praise 

To God the Father's love. 
For all my comforts here. 

And better hopes above : 
He sent his own eternal Son 
To die for sins that man had done. 

2 To God the Son belongs 

Immortal glory, too ; 
Who bought us with his blood 

From everlasting woe : 
And now he lives, and now he reigns, 
And sees the fruit of all his pains. 

3 To God the Spirit's name 

Immortal worship give. 
Whose new creating power 

Makes dying sinners live : 
His work completes the great design, 
And fills the soul with joy divine. 

4 Almighty God, to thee 

Be endless honors done ; 
The undivided Three, 

And the mysterious One : 
Where reason fails, with all her powers, 
There faith prevails, and love adores. 


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' Eis' mercy end'wreth for every — Psalm 136. 

1 Give to our God immortal praise ; 
Mercy and truth are all his ways : 
Wonders of grace to God belong; 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, 
The King of kings with glory crown : 
His mercies ever shall endure, 

When lords and kings are known no more. 

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, 
And fixed the starry lights on high : 
Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

4 He fills the sun with morning light, 
He bids the moon direct the night : 
His mercies ever shall endure. 

When suns and moons shall shine no more. 

5 He sent his Son with power to save 
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : 
Wonders of grace to God belong ; 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

6 Through this vain world he guides our 

And leads us to his heavenly seat : 
His mercies ever shall endure, 
When this vain world shall be no more. 


The King of Glory.— Psalm 24. 

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, 

Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led. 
Dragged to the portals of the sky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits. 

And angels chant the solemn lay : 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
Ye everlasting doors, give way ! 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light. 

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene : 
He claims these mansions as his right ; 
Receive the King of glory in. 

4 Who is the King of glory — who ? 

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame ; 
Who sin, and death, and hell overthrew ; 
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits. 

And angels chant the solemn lay; 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
Ye everlasting doors, give way"! 

6 Who is the King of glory — who ? 

The Lord, of boundless power pos- 
sessed ; 
Tiie King of saints and angels, too, 
God over all, for ever blessed. 




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X JL ^. "-Loxid HaUelvjahs to the Zord."— Psalm 148. 

1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, 

From distant worlds where creatures 
dwell ! 
Let heaven begin the solemn word, 
And sound it dreadful down to hell. 

2 Wide as his vast dominion lies, 

Make the Creator's name be known 
Loud as his thunder, shout his praise. 
And sound it lofty as his throne. 

3 Jehovah — ^'tis a glorious word ! 

Oh, may it dwell on every tongue ! 

But saints who best have known the Lord, 

Are bound to raise the noblest song. 

4 Speak of the wonders of that love 

Which Gabriel plays on every chord : 
From all below, and all above. 
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord ! 

Lord, my God, Thott art very great.'''' 
Psalm 104. 


1 Great is the Lord ! what tongue can 

An honor equal to his name ! 
How awful are his glorious ways ! 
The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 

2 The world's foundations by his hand 
Were laid, and shall for ever stand ; 
The swelling billows know their bound. 
While to his praise they roll around. 

3 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord ! 
All nature rests upon thy word ; 
And clouds, and storms, and fire obey 
Thy wise and all-controlling sway. 

4 Thy glory, fearless of decline. 
Thy glory. Lord, shall ever shine ; 
Thy praise shall still our breath employ. 
Till we shall rise to endless joy. 


X i y. ^^'^ a faithful Creator. 

1 Praise, everlasting praise be paid 
To him who earth's foundations laid : 
Praise to the God, whose strong decrees 
Sway the creation as he please. 

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, 
Who rules his people by his word ; 
And there, as strong as his decrees, 
Reveals his kindest promises. 

3 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, 
To credit what th' Almighty saith ! 
T' embrace the message of his Son, 
And call the joys of heaven our own. 

4 Then, should the earth's foundations 

And all the wheels of nature break. 
Our steady souls shall fear no more 
Than solid rocks when billows roar. 

^C\A " T^e Lord of hosts, He is the King of Glory.*' 
OUTt. Psalm 24. 

1 Lift up your heads, ye gates ! and wide 

Your everlasting doors display ; 
Ye angel-guards, like flames divide. 
And give the King of glory way. 

2 Who is the King of glory ? — He, 

The Lord, omnipotent to save ; 
Whose own right arm, in victory. 
Led captive Death, and spoiled the 

3 Lift up your heads, ye gates ! and high 

Your everlasting portals heave ; 
Welcome the King of glory nigh : 
Him must the heaven of heavens receive. 

4 Who is the King of glory — who ? 

The Lord of hosts; behold his name: 
The kingdom, power, and honor due, 
Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim ! 





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, **Bbly, Ttoli/f hohf ia the Lord of BbaU." 

1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

Be thy glorious name adored ! 
Lord, thy mercies never fail ; 
Hail, celestial Goodness, hail ! 

2 Though unworthy. Lord, thine ear, 
DeigJi our humble songs to hear ; 
Purer praise we hope to bring. 
When around thy throne we sing. 

3 "While on earth ordained to stay. 
Guide our footsteps in thy way. 
Till we come to dwell with thee. 
Till we all thy glory see. 

4 Then with angel-harps again 
We will wake a nobler strain ; 
There, in joyful songs of praise, 
Our triumphant voices raise. 

*^ Hallowed T>6 Thy name.^'^ 


1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

In the highest heavens adored, 
Author of all nature's frame, — 
Father, hallowed be thy name. 

2 Though estranged from thee in heart. 
Doubtless thou our Father art ; 
From thy hand our spirits came : 
Father, hallowed be thy name. 

3 Born anew, oh, may we feel 
Filial love, the spirit's seal ! 
Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from 

shame : 
Father, hallowed be thy name. 

4 When in want, or when in wealth, 
Joy or sorrow, pain or health. 
Still our prayer shall be the same : 
Father, hallowed be thy name. 


My times are in Thy hand^ 
Psalm 31. 

1 Sovereign Ruler of the skies, 
Ever gracious, ever wise ! 

All my times are in thy hand ; 
All events at thy command. 

2 Times of sickness, times of health. 
Times of penury and wealth, — 
All must come, and last, and end, 
As shall please my heavenly Friend. 

3 O thou gracious, wise and just ! 
In thy hands my life I trust ; 
^ave I somewhat dearer still ? — 
I resign it to thy will. 

4 Thee at all times will I bless ; 
Having thee, I all possess : 
Ne'er can I bereaved be. 
While I do not part with thee. 

1 Holy Lamb, who thee receive. 
Who in thee begin to live. 
Day and night they cry to thee, 
*,* As thou art, so let us be !" 

2 Gladly would we now be clean ; 
Cleanse us, Lord, from every sin : 
Fix, oh, fix our wavering mind ! 
To thy cross our spirit bind. 

3 Dust and ashes though we be, 
Full of sin and misery. 

Thine we are, thou Son of God : 
Take the purchase of thy blood ! 

4:0 I • " Boh/ Spirit, all Divine.'^ 

1 Holy Ghost, with light divine, 
Shine upon this heart of mine ! 
Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn my darkness into day. 






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2 Holy Ghost, witli power divine, 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
Long hath sin, without control, 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 

3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine. 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
Bid my many woes depart. 

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart ! 

4 Holy Spirit, all Divine ! 

Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
Cast down every idol-throne ; 
Reign supreme, and reign alone ! 


"/i M God that workefh in you.'''' 

1 Holy Ghost, thou Source of light ! 

We invoke thy kindling ray : 
Dawn upon our spirits' night. 
Turn our darkness into day. 

2 To the anxious soul impart 

Hope, all other hopes above ; 
Stir the dull and hardened heart 
With a longing and a love. 

3 Give the struggling peace for strife. 

Give the doubting light for gloom ; 
Speed the living into life. 

Warn the dying of their doom. 

4 Work in all, in all renew. 

Day by day, the life divine ; 
All our wills to thee subdue. 
All our hearts to thee incline. 


Poor in Spirit. 

1 When, my Saviour, shall I be 
Perfectly resigned to thee ? 
Poor and vile in my own eyes, 
Only in thy wisdom wise ? 

Only thee content to know, 
Ignorant of all below ? 
Only guided by thy light ? 
Only mighty in thy might ? 
Fully in my life express 
All the heights of holiness; 
Sweetly let my spirit prove 
All the depths of humble love. 


Having all in having Christ. 

1 Jesus, take me for thine own ; 

To thy will my spirit frame ; 
Thou shalt reign, and thou alone, 
Over all I have and am. 

2 Making thus the Lord my choice, 

I have nothing more to choose. 
But to listen to thy voice. 
And my will in thine to lose. 

3 Then, whatever may betide, 

I shall safe and happy be ; 

Still content and satisfied ; — 

Having all in having thee. 

836. " ^o^^ *«^ Christ"' 

1 Jesus, all-atoning Lamb, 
Thine, and only thine I am : 
Take my body, spirit, soul ; 
Only thou possess the whole. 

2 Thoii my one thing needful be ; 
Let me ever cleave to thee ; 
Let me choose the better part : 
Let me give thee all my heart. 

3 Whom have I on earth below ? 
Thee, and only thee, I know : 
Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 
Thou art all in all to me. 





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n"J!fy Aear< cww^ mi/ flesh crieth out for the 
• living God.'''' Psalm 84. » 

1 O God of hosts, the mighty Lord, 

How lovely is the place, 
Where, in thy glory, we behold 
The brightness of thy face ! 

2 My longing soul faints with desire 

To view thy blest abode ; 
My panting heart and flesh cry out 
For thee, the living God. 

3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee 

Their sure protection made ; 
Who long to tread the sacred ways, 
Which to thy dwelling lead. 

4 For God, who is our sun and shield, 

Will grace and glory give ; 
And no good thing will he withhold 
From them that justly live. 

6 O Lord of hosts, my King, my God ! 
How highly blest are they. 
Who in thy temple always dwell. 
And there thy praise display ! 


^^ I will 

ft up mine eyes v/nto the hiUs.''^ 
Psalm 121. 

1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, 

There all my hope is laid ; 
The Lord, who built the earth and skies — 
From him will come mine aid. 

2 Thy foot unmoved he ever keeps, 

And all thy ways will guard ; 
He slumbers not, and never sleeps— 
Thy keeper is the Lord. 

3 The Lord, thy keeper, shades thy way, 

Preserves thee in his sight ; 
Nor shall the sun smite thee by day, 
Nor shall the moon by night. 

4 The Lord preserves thy soul from sin. 

From evils great and sore — 

Thy going out and coming in, 
, Now and for evermore. 

Delight in the Scriptures. 


1 Father of mercies, in thy word 

What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy name adored 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here my Redeemer's welcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around ; 
And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

3 Oh, may these heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light ! 

4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou for ever near ; 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 


1 Jehovah, God I thy gracious power 

On every hand we see ; 
Oh, may the blessings of each hour 
Lead all our thoughts to thee ! 

2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed 

To earth's remotest bound, 
Thy hand will there our footsteps lead, 
Thy love our path surround. 

3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps. 

And reaches to the skies ; 
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 
Thy goodness never dies. 

4 From morn till noon — till latest eve, 

Thy hand, O God, we see ; 
And all the blessings we receive, 
Proceed alone from thee. 

" How precious also are thy tTtoughts ttnso 
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6 In all the varying scenes of time, 
On thee our hopes depend ; 
Through every age, in every clime, 
Our Father, and our Friend. 


The memory of Thy great goodness.''^ 
Psalm 145. 

1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace. 

My God, my heavenly King ; • 
Let age to age thy righteousness 
In sounds of glory sing. 

2 God reigns on high ; but ne'er confines 

His goodness to the skies ; 
Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines. 
And every want supplies. 

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 

On thee for daily food ; 
Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
And fills their mouth with good. 

4 Ho\y kind are thy compassions, Lord ! 

How slow thine anger moves ! 
But soon he sends his pardoning word. 
To cheer the souls he loves. 

5 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, 

My God, my heavenly King ; 
Let age to age thy righteousness 
In sounds of glory sing. 

X O • Wonderg of God's Grace. 

1 Eternal Power ! Almighty God ! 

Who can approach thy throne ! 
Accessless light is thine abode, 
To angel eyes unknown. 

2 Before the radiance of thine eye. 

The heavens no longer shine ; 
And all the glories of the sky 
Are but the shade of thine. 

3 Great God ! and wilt thou condescend 

To cast a look below ? 

To this vile world thy notice bend — 

These seats of sin and woe ? 
How strange ! how wondrous is thy love ! 

With trembling we adore : 
Not all th' exalted minds above 

Its wonders can explore. 
While golden harps and angel tongues 

Resound immortal lays. 
Great God ! permit our humble songs 

To rise and speak thy praise. 

There is none like unto the Lord our God P 


1 My God, my Portion, and my Love, 

My everlasting x\ll, 
I 've none but thee in heaven above. 
Or on this earthly ball. 

2 To thee I owe my wealth and friends. 

My health, and safe abode : 
Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 
But they are not my God. 

3 How vain a toy is glittering wealth. 

If once compared with thee ? 
Or what 's my safety or my health. 
Or all my friends to me ? 

4 Were I possessor of the earth, 

And called the stars my own, 
Without thy graces and thyself, 
I were a wretch undone. 

5 Let others stretch their arms like seas, 

And grasp in all the shore ; 
Grant me the visits of thy face. 
And I desire no more. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore. 
Be glory as it was, is now. 

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qO« "-^*' ^* worship and how cZot/wi."— Psalm 95. 

1 Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, 
Loud thanks to our almighty King ! 
For we our voices high should raise. 
When our salvation's Rock we praise, 

2 Into his presence let us haste. 
To thank him for his favors past ; 
To him address in joyful songs 
The praise that to his name belongs. 

3 Oh, let us to his courts repair. 
And bow with adoration there ! 
Down on our knees, devoutly, all 
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall. 

"1 ^ ^ " The Lord reigneth ; let the earth 
X t/ vJ • rejoice.^'' — Psalm 97. 

1 Jehovah reigns ; let all the earth 

In his just government rejoice ; 
Let all the isles, with sacred mirth. 
In his applause unite their voice. 

2 Darkness and clouds of awful shade 

His dazzling glory shroud in state ; 
Justice and truth his guards are made. 
And, fixed by his pavilion, wait. 

3 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord ; 

Memorials of his holiness 
Deep in your faithful breasts record, 
And with your thankful tongues confess. 

X O 4 • ^* Majesty of Jehovah. — Psalm 68. 

1 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
Crown him, ye nations, in your song : 
His wondrous name and power rehearse ; 
His honors shall enrich your verse. 

2 He rides and thunders through the sky ; 
His name, Jehovah, sounds on high : 
Praise him aloud, ye sons of grace ; 

Ye saints, rejoice before his face. 

3 God is our shield, our joy, our rest ; 
God is our King, 'proclaim him blest : 

When terrors rise, when nations faint, 
He is the strength of every saint. 

1 "I O O '■'• He shall come dd>wn like rain upon tha 
A J-^tJ» mown grass.'''' — Psalm 72. 

1 Great God, whose universal sway 
The known and unknown worlds obey, 
N'ow give the kingdom to thy Son ; 
Extend his power, exalt his throne. 

2 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
So shall he send his influence down ; 
His grace on fainting souls distills. 
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills^. 

3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
The shades of overspreading death, 
Revive at his first dawning light. 
And deserts blossom at the sight. 

4 The saints shall flourish in his days. 
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise • 
Peace, like a river, from his throne 
Shall flow to nations yet unknown. 

"1 O Q ^v " Jttstice and judgment are the haMia' 
1.^0 0» Hon of Tfiy /Arowe."— Psalm 97. 

1 He reigns ! the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! 
Sing to his name in lofty strains ; 

Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, 
And in his praise exalt their voice ! 

2 Deep are his counsels, and unknown ; 
But grace and truth support his throne : 
Tho' gloomy clouds his ways surround. 
Justice is their eternal ground. 

3 In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, — 
Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the 

tombs ; 
Before him burns devouring fire ! 
The mountains melt, the seas retire ! 

4 His enemies, with sore dismay. 

Fly from the sight, and shun the day : 
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, 
And sing, for your redemption 'a nigh ! 







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y ^ \J , " Welcome to me the darkest night.'''' 

1 Welcome to me the darkest night, 
If there the Saviour's presence bright 
Beam forth upon the soul dismayed, 
And say, " 'T is I ! be not afraid !" 

2 Welcome the fiercest waves that roll 
Their deepening floods to whelm my soul, 
If he rebuke the storm of ill. 

And bid the tempest, " Peace, be still !" 

3 Welcome the thorniest path, if there 
The print-marks of his feet appear ; 
If in his footsteps we may tread. 
And follow where our Lord hath led. 

4 I will not ask what else is mine, 

If thou, O Lord, account me thine ; 
For what but joy can be my lot, 
If God, my God, reject me not? 

X U O • Pfo^ye'r for an Assembly of Ministers. 

1 Pour out thy Spirit from on high ; 

Lord, thine assembled servants bless ; 
Graces and gifts to each supply. 

And clothe thy priests with righteous- 

2 Within thy temple, where we stand 

To teach the truth, not ours, but thine, 
May we, like stars in thy right hand. 
The angels of the churches, shine ! 

3 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart. 

Firmness with meekness from above. 
To bear thy people on our heart. 

And love the souls whom thou dost love: 

4 To watch and pray, and never faint ; 

By day and night strict guard to keep. 
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint. 
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep ; 

5 Then, when our work is finished here. 

In humble hope our charge resign : 

When the chief Shepherd shall appear, 
O God, may they and we be thine ! 

X UoO. " Tfi-y little flock in safety keep^ 

1 Jesus, thou Shepherd of the sheep, 
Thy " little flock" in safety keep ; 
These lambs within thine arms now take, 
Nor let them e'er thy fold forsake. 

2 Secure them from the scorching beam, 
And lead them to the living stream ; 
In verdant pastures let them lie. 

And watch them with a shepherd's eye ! 

3 Oh, teach them to discern thy voice, 
And in its sacred sound rejoice ! 
From strangers may they ever flee, 
And know no other guide but thee. 

4 Lord, bring thy sheep that wander yet, 
And let their number be complete ; 
Then let the flock from earth remove, 
And reach the heavenly fold above. 

1 "1 1 Q ^ Pillar of Cloud hy Day, and of Fire 
±JLJL0, by Mght.-lElx. isl 21. 

1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved. 

Out from the land of bondage came, 
Her fathers' God before her moved, 
An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along th' astonished lands, 

The cloudy pillar glided slow ; 
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Returned the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 

O Lord, when shines the prosperous 
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, 
To temper the deceitful ray ! 

4 And, oh ! when gathers on our path. 

In shade and storm, the frequent night, 
Be thou long 8ufi*ering, slow to wrath, 
A burning and a shining light. 



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"^* Psalm 95. 

1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, 

And in his strength rejoice: 
When his salvation is our theme, 
Exalted be our voice. 

2 With thanks approach his awful sight. 

And psalms of honor sing : 
The Lord 's a God of boundless might, 
The whole creation's King. 

3 Let princes hear, let angels know 

How mean their natures seem, — 

Those gods on high, and gods below, 

When once compared with him. 

4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 

Lies in his spacious hand ; 
He fixed the seas what bounds to keep. 
And where the hills must stand. 

5 Come, and with humble souls adore ; 

Come, kneel before his face : 
Oh, may the creatures of his power 
Be children of his grace ! 

6 Now is the time ; he bends his ear. 

And waits for your request: 
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, 
" Ye shall not see my rest." 


1 I 'll bless the Lord, I '11 bless the Lord, 

In all his wondrous ways ; 
My soul his mercies shall record. 
My tongue shall chant his praise. 

2 From dawn to eve, with heart, with voice, 

His goodness I '11 proclaim. 
Till all that hear me shall rejoice 
In his redeeming name. 

3 Oh, magnify the Lord with me ! 

His power, his goodness, prove; 
How blest his sway ! oh, taste and see 
How vast, how kind his love ! 

" Oh, magnify the Lord with me /" 
Psalm 34. 

4 Beset with darkness, pressed with cares, 

To him, in grief, I cried ; 
His mercy listened to my prayers, 
His hand my wants supplied. 

5 With angel-hosts encamped around, 

To guard them from their foes. 
What peace, what glory, have they found, 
Who in his name repose ! 

6 Oh, magnify the Lord with me! 

His might, his mercies, prove ; 
How blest his sway ! oh, taste and see 
How vast, how kind, his love ! 

"1 A O ^ " ^^* time to favor her, yea, the tet 
XUO\t:« time, is come."" — Psalm 102. 

1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice — 

Behold the promised hour ! 
Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 
And comes t' exalt his power. 

2 Her dust and ruins that remain 

Are precious in our eyes ; 
Those ruins shall be built again, 
And all that dust shall rise. 

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, 

And stand in glory there ; 
Nations shall bow before his name, 
And kings attend with fear. 

4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, 

With pity in his eyes ; 
He hears the dying prisoners' groan, 
And sees their sighs arise. 

5 He frees the soul condemned to death, 

Nor, when his saints complain, 
Shall it be said that praying breath 
Was ever spent in vain. 

6 This shall be known when we are dead. 

And left on long record, 
That nations yet unborn may read. 
And trust and praise the Lord. 











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X TCO • "-^»« tender mercies are over all His works.'' 

1 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess ; 

Thy goodness we adore : 
A spring, whose blessings never fail ; 
A sea without a shore ! 

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest 

In every golden ray ; 
Love draws the curtains of the night, 
And love brings back the day. 

3 Thy bounty every season crowns 

With all the bliss it yields ; 
With joyful clusters loads the vines. 
With strengthening grain, the fields. 

4 But chiefly thy compassion. Lord, 

Is in the gospel seen ; 
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines. 
Without a cloud between. 

5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy, 

Through Jesus' name are given ; 
He on the cross was lifted high. 
That we might reign in heaven. 

^'He is God, the faithful God."" 
Psalm 88. 


1 Let all the just, to God with joy 

Their cheerful voices raise ; 
For well the righteous it becomes 
To sing glad songs of praise. 

2 For, faithful is the word of God ; 

His works with truth abound ; 
He justice loves, and all the earth 
Is with his goodness crowned. 

3 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees, 

Shall stand for ever sure ; 
The settled purpose of his heart 
To ages shall endure. 

Our soul on God with patience waits ; 

Our help and shield is he : 
Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, 

Because we trust in thee. 
The riches of thy mercy. Lord, 

Do thou to us extend ; 
Since we, for all we want or wish, 

On thee alone depend. 

I know that my Redeemer livith^ 
Job 19 : 25. 


1 I K2f ow that my Redeemer lives ; 

He lives who once was dead : 
To me in grief he comfort gives ; 
With peace he crowns my head. 

2 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave, 

At God's right hand on high. 
My ransomed soul to keep and save, 
To bless and glorify. 

3 He lives to fill my breast with love, 

With joy my heart to feed; 
He lives to plead for me above, 
To succor me in need. 

4 He lives that I may also live. 

And now his grace proclaim ; 
He lives that I may honor give 
To his most holy name. 

5 Let strains of heavenly music rise, 

While all their anthem sing 
To Christ, my precious sacrifice, 
And ever-living King. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God whom we adore, 

Be glory as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore I 


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1 Come, let us sing the song of songs — 

The saints in heaven began the strain — 
The homage which to Christ belongs : 
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, 

To cleanse from every sinful stain. 
And make us kings and priests to God — 
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

3 To him who suffered on the tree. 

Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain. 
Blessing, and praise, and glory be : 
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

4 To him, enthroned by filial right. 

All power in heaven and earth proclaim. 
Honor, and majesty, and might : 

" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

5 Long as we live, and when we .die. 

And while in heaven with him we reign; 
This song our song of songs shall be : 
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain ! " 

Q Q y , " Stand up, my soul ! shake off thy fears.''^ 

1 Stand up, my soul ! shake off thy fears. 

And gird the gospel armor on ; 
March to the gates of endless joy. 

Where Jesus, thy great Captain *s gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; • 

But hell and sin are vanquished foes : 
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross. 
And sung the triumph when he rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on ; 

Press forward to the heavenly gate : 
There peace and joy eternal reign, 
And glitt'ring robesfor conquerors wait. 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown. 

And triumph in almighty grace. 
While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 

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(JO\J» eagles:'— Isaiah 40 : 31. 

1 Awake, our souls ! away, our fears I 

Let every trembling thought be gone ; 
Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on ! 

2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road, 

And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
But they forget the mighty God, 

Who feeds the strength of every saint — 

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 

Is ever new and ever young. 
And firm endures, while endless years 
Their everlasting circles run. 

4 From thee, the overflowing spring. 

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply ; 

While such as trust their native strength 

Shall melt away, and droop, and die* 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air 

We '11 mount aloft to thine abode ; 
On wings of love our souls shall fly. 
Nor tire amid the heavenly road ! 

y (J J_ , " stand therefore — taking the shield offaith^ 

1 Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; 
See where thy foes against thee rise, 
In long array, a numerous host ; 
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost ! 

2 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; 
Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
Beware of all ; guard every part ; 
But most, the traitor in thy heart. 

3 Come then, my soul ! now learn to wield 
The weight of thine immortal shield ; 
Put on the armor, from above. 

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 

4 The terror and the charm repel. 

And powers of earth, and powers of hell; 
The Man of Calvary triumphed here : 
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j^ Q y , " Sleta the Lord, O my 8ouV — Psalm 103. 

1 Bless, O my soul ! the living God ; 
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad : 
Let all the powers within me join 

In work and worship so divine. 

2 Bless, O ray soul ! the God of grace 
His favors claim thy highest praise ; 
Why should the wonders he hath wrought 
Be lost in silence, and forgot ? 

3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son 

To die for crimes which thou hast done ; 
He owns the ransom, and forgives 
The hourly follies of our lives. 

4 Let every land his power confess ; 
Let all the earth adore his grace : 

My heart and tongue with rapture join, 
In work and worship so divine. 

J. U . ^^^^y "/ '^* Grace of God. 

1 Now to the Lord a noble song : 
Awake, my soul ! awake, my tongue ! 
Hosanna to th' eternal Name, 

And all his boundless love proclaim ! 

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, 
The brightest image of his grace : 
God, in the person of his Son, 

Has all his mightiest works outdone. 

3 Grace ! — *t is a sweet, a charming theme ; 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus* name : 

Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ; 
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! 

4 Oh, may I live to reach the place 
Where he unvails his lovely face ! 
Where I his beauties shall behold, 
And sing his name to harps of gold ! 

j[ Q^, " God only wise.''^ 

1 Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring 
To him who gave thee power to sing : 
Praise him, who has all praise above. 
The source of wisdom and of love. 

2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound ! 
A depth where all our tho'ts are drowned! 
The stars he numbers, and their names 
He gives to all those heavenly flames. 

3 Through each bright world above, behold 
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold ; 
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine, 
To speak his wisdom all divine. 

4 But in redemption, oh, what grace ! 

Its wonders, oh, what thought can trace! 
Here wisdom 'shines for ever bright: 
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight. 

^'' I will praise Thee with my whole hearts* 
Psalm 188. 


1 With all my powers of heart and tongue, 
I '11 praise my Maker in my song ; 
Angels shall hear the notes I raise. 
Approve the song, and join the praise. 

2 To God I cried when troubles rose ; 
He heard me, and subdued my foes : 
He did my rising fears control. 

And strength diffused through all my soul. 

3 Amid a thousand snares, I stand 
Upheld and guarded by thy hand ; 
Thy words my fainting soul revive, 
And keep my dying faith alive. 

4 I '11 sing thy truth and mercy. Lord, 
I '11 sing the wonders of thy word ; 
Not all thy works and names below 
So much thy power and glory show. 










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1 The Lord our God is full of might, 

The winds obey his will ; 
He speaks, and, in his heavenly height, 
The rolling sun stands still. 

2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 

With threatening aspect roar : 
The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
And chains you to the shore. 

3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ; 

Without his high behest 
Ye shall not, in the mountain-pine. 
Disturb the sparrow's nest. 

4 His voice sublime is heard afar. 

In distant peals it dies ; 
He yokes the whirlwind to his car. 
And sweeps the howling skies. 

5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; 

Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 
And bid the choral song ascend 
To celebrate our God. 

1 O X • ^« ^ord of All. 

1 The Lord our God is Lord of all ; 

His station who can find ! 
I hear him in the waterfall ; 
I hear him in the wind. 

2 If in the gloom of night I shroud. 

His face I can not fly ; 
I see him in the evening cloud. 
And in the morning sky. 

3 He lives, he reigns in every land. 

From winter's polar snows. 
To where, across the burning sand. 
The blasting meteor glows. 

4 He smiles, we live ; he frowns, we die ; 

We hang upon his word ; 

He rears his mighty arm on high. 
We fall before his sword. 

5 He bids his gales the fields deform ; 
Then, when his thunders cease. 
He paints his rainbow on the storm, 
And lulls the winds to peace. 

14:0. Eternity of (?<?<?.— Psalm 102. 

1 Through endless years, thou art the same, 

O thou eternal God ! 
Ages to come shall know thy name. 
And tell thy works abroad. 

2 The strong foundations of the earth 

Of old by thee were laid ; 
By thee the beauteous arch of heaven 
With matchless skill was made. 

3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things, 

Formed by thy powerful hand, 
Be, like a vesture, laid aside. 
And changed at thy command. 

4 But thy perfections all divine. 

Eternal as thy days. 
Through everlasting ages shine, 
With undiminished rays. 

5 Our children's children, still thy care. 

Shall own their father's God ; 
To latest times thy favor share, 
And spread thy praise abroad. 


God a Eefuge in Temptation. — Psalm 55. 

O God, my Refuge, hear my cries ! 

Behold my flowing tears; 
For, earth and hell my hurt devise, 

And triumph in my fears. 
Oh, were I like some gentle dove. 

Soon would I stretch my wings, 
And fly, and make a long remove 

From all these restless things ! 



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3 God shall preserve my soul from fear, 

Or shield me when afraid ; 
Ten thousand angels must appear, 
If he command their aid. 

4 By morning light I '11 seek his face, 

At noon repeat my cry ; 
The night shall hear me ask his grace, 

Nor will he long deny. 
6 I cast my burdens on the Lord, 

The Lord sustains them all ; 
My courage rests upon his word 

That saints shall never fall. 

fi fl ll " ^ was brought low, and He helped me!" 

1 I LOVE the Lord ; he heard my cries, 

And pitied every groan : 
Long as I live, when troubles rise, 
I '11 hasten to his throne. 

2 I love the Lord ; he bowed his ear. 

And chased my grief away : 

Oh, let my heart no more despair. 

While I have breath to pray ! 

3 The Lord beheld me sore distressed. 

He bade my pains remove : 
Return, my soul, to God, thy rest, 
For thou hast known his love ! 

4 My God hath saved my soul from death. 

And dried my falling tears ; 
Now to his praise I '11 spend my breath. 
And my remaining years. 

U09 Unchanging Trust.— Tsalm 18. 

1 No change of time shall ever shock 

My trust, O Lord, in thee ; 
For thou hast always been my Rock, 
A sure defense to me. 

2 Thou, my deliverer art, O God ; 

My trust is in thy power : 

Thou art my shield from foes abroad. 
My safeguard, and my tower. 

3 To thee will I address my prayer. 

To whom all praise I owe ; 
So shall I, by thy watchful care. 
Be saved from every foe. 

4 Then let Jehovah be adored. 

On whom my hopes depend ; 
For who, except the mighty Lord, 
His people can defend ? 

X X i " Why myest thou, ' My way is hid from 
^ ^ • • the Lord r "—Isaiah 40 : 27—31. 

1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise, 

And where 's our courage fled ? 
Has restless sin, or raging hell. 
Struck all our comforts dead ? 

2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name 

That formed the earth and sea ? 
And can an all creating arm 
Grow weary or decay ? 

3 Treasures of everlasting might 

In our Jehovah dwell ; 
He gives the conquest to the weak, 
And treads their foes to hell. 

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die. 

And youthful vigor cease ; 
But we who wait upon the Lord 
Shall feel our strength increase. 

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' winga^ 

And taste the promised bliss, 
Till their unwearied feet arrive 
Where perfect pleasure is. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore. 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

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1 Be joyful in God, all ye lands of tlie 

earth ; 
Oh, serve him with gladness and fear : 
Exult in his presence with music and 
With love and devotion draw near. 

2 The Lord he is God, and Jehovah alone. 

Creator, and Ruler o'er all ; 
And we are his people, his scepter we 
own, — 
His sheep, and we follow his call. 

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Lord, all ye Za«cf«.— Psalm 100. 

3 Oh, enter his gates with thanksgiving 

and song ; 
Your vows in his temple proclaim : 
His praise with melodious accordance 
And bless his adorable name. 

4 For good is the Lord, ever gracious and 

And we are the work of his hand ; 
His mercy and truth from eternity stood, 
And shall to eternity stand. 

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1 The Lord is great ! ye hosts of heaven, 

adore him ; 
And ye, who tread this earthly ball. 
In holy songs rejoice aloud before him. 
And shout his praise who made you 


2 The Lord is great ! his majesty, how glo- 

rious ! 
Resound his praise from shore to 
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O'er sin, and death, and hell, now made 
He rules and reigns fot evermore. 

3 The Lord is great ! his mercy, how 
abounding ! 
Ye angels, strike your golden chords ; 
O, praise our God, with voice and harp 
The King of kings, and Lord of 
lords ! 

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The Star in the East. 

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning. 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining ; 

Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall : 
Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, 
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 

Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ? 
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation. 

Vainly with gold would his favors secure : 
Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration ; 

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

6 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! 
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning. 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

*^ Arise, shine, for thy light is corned'' 


1 Daughter of Zion ! awake from thy sadness ; 

Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more ; 
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness; 
Arise 1 for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, 

And scattered their legions, was mightier far ; 
They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them ; 
For vain were their steeds and their chariots of war ! 

8 Daughter of Zion ! the Power that hath saved thee. 
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel^ should be : 
Shout ! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, 
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free ! 

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4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls, 

In awe and love adore ; 
For the weak pinions of our mind 
Can stretch a thought no more. 

5 Thy glories infinitely rise 

Above our laboring tongue ; 
In vain the highest seraph tries 
To form an equal song. 

6 In humble notes our faith adores 

The great, mysterious King ; 
While angels strain their nobler powers, 
And sweep th' immortal string. 

^ ^ (3 • " ^^'^ moves in a mysterious way.'" 

1 God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in imfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace : 
Behind a frowning providence - 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast. 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err. 

And scan his work in vain ; 
God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

1 ^ /i " -^« bowed the heavens, also, and came down.^^ 
l^rftt. Psalm 18. 

1 The Lord descended from above. 

And bowed the heavens most high ; 
And underneath his feet he cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

2 On cherub and on cherubim. 

Full royally, he rode ; 
And on the wings of mighty winds 
Came flying all abroad. 

3 He sat serene upon the floods. 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And he, as Sovereign, Lord, and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 

4 The Lord will give his people strength, 

Whereby they shall increase ; 
And he will bless his chosen flock 
With everlasting peace. 

6 Give glory to his awful name, 

And honor him alone ; 

Give worship to his majesty 

Upon his holy throne. 

Canst thou, by searching, find out God ?" 


1 How wondrous great, how glorious 

Must our Creator be. 
Who dweJls amid the dazzling light 
Of an eternal day ! 

2 Our soaring spirits upward rise. 

Toward the celestial throne : 
Fain would we see the blessed Three, 
And the almighty One. 

3 Our reason stretches all its wings, 

And climbs above the skies ; 
But still, how far beneath thy feet 
Our groveling reason lies ! 








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Aj'^O, Rev. 1: 5-8. 

1 To him who loved the souls of men, 

And washed us in his blood, 
To royal honors raised our head. 
And made us priests to God ; — 

2 To him let every tongue be praise, 

And every heart be love ; 
All grateful honors paid on earth, 
And nobler songs above ! 

3 Behold, on flying clouds he comes ! 

His saints shall bless the day ; 
While they that pierced him sadly mourn 
In anguish and dismay. 

Thou art the First, and thou the Last ; 

Time centers all in thee, — 
Th' almighty God, who was, and is. 

And evermore shall be. 

God revealed in the Atonement. 


1 Father, how wide thy glory shines ! 

How high thy wonders rise I 
Known through the earth by thousand 
By thousand through the skies. 

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power. 

Their motions speak thy skill ; 
And on the wings of every hour 
We read thy patience still. 

But when we view thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compassion join 

In their divinest forms, — 
Here the whole Deity is known ; 

Nor dares a creature guess 
Which of the glories brightest shone, 

The justice, or the grace. 

5 Now the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name. 
And try their choicest strains. 

6 Oh, may I bear some humble part 

In that immortal song ! 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

An ancient Hymn to the Trinity. 


1 To God be glory, peace on earth. 

To all mankind good will ; 
We bless, we praise, we worship thee, 
And glorify thee still ; 

2 And thanks for thy great glory give, 

That fills our souls with light ; 
O Lord, our heavenly King, the God 
And Father of all might ! 

3 And thou, begotten Son of God, 

Before all time begun ; 
O Jesus Christ, thou Lamb of God, 
The Father's only Son ; 

4 Thou who the sins of all the world 

Dost fully take away. 
Have mercy. Saviour of mankind. 
And hear us when we pray ! 

5 O thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand, 

Upon the Father's throne, 
Have mercy on us, thou, O Christ, 
Who art the Holy One ! 

6 Thou, only with the Holy Ghost 

Whom earth and heaven adore, 
In glory of the Father art 
Most high for evermore I 



Pastoral Benediction. 

1 Now may the Lord our Shepherd lead 

To living streams his little flock ; 
May he in flowery pastures feed, 
Shade us at noon beneath the rock ! 

2 Now may we hear our Shepherd's voice, 

And gladly answer to his call ; 
Now may our hearts for him rejoice, 
Who knows, and names^ and loves us 

3 When the Chief Shepherd shall appear, 

And small and great before him stand, 
Oh, be the flock assembling here 

Found with the sheep on his right hand ! 

^^Y ^ Brief Call to praise Christ 

1 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway. 

In earth and heaven the Lord of all : 
Let all the powers of earth obey. 
And low before his footstool fall. 

2 Higher, still higher, swell the strain ; 

Creation's voice the note prolong ! 
Jesus, the Lamb, shall ever reign: 
Let hallelujahs crown the song ! 

i^7^^ '■<' Thy wondrous Name."^ 

1 Great One in Three, great Three in One ! 

Thy wondrous name we sound abroad ; 
Prostrate we fall before thy throne, 
O holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

2 Thee, Holy Father, we confess ; 

Thee, Holy Saviour, we adore ; 
And thee, O Holy Ghost, we bless 
And praise and worship evermore. 

8 Thou art by heaven and earth adored ; 
Thy universe is full of thee, 
O holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

Great Three in One, great One in 
Three ! 

1 A /? O " Who is for you a faithful minister of 
i U D O . Christ:'- Col. 1 : 7. 

1 With heavenly power, O Lord, defend 
Him whom we now to thee commend; 
Thy faithful messenger secure, 

And make him to the end endure. 

2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace ; 
Direct his feet in paths of peace ; 
Thy truth and faithfulness fulfill, 
And arm him to obey thy will. 

1 1 A /f "7b let the oppressed go free, and break 
X XUtt* every yokeJ" 

1 Lord, when thine ancient people cried. 

Oppressed and bound by Egypt's king, 
Thou didst Arabia's sea divide. 

And forth thy fainting Israel bring. 

2 Lo ! in these latter days, our land 

Groans with the anguish of the slave I 
Lord God of hosts ! stretch forth thy hand, 
Not shortened that it can not save. 

3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin, — 

The lust of gain, the lust of power; 
The day of freedom usher in : 

How long delays th' appointed hour f 

4 As thou of old to Miriam's hand 

The thrilling timbrel didst restore. 
And to her joyful song the land 
Echoed from desert to the shore, — 

5 Oh, let thy smitten ones again 

Take up the chorus of the free : 
" Praise ye the Lord ! his power proclaim, 
For he hath conquered gloriously !" 

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1 Let the seventh angel sound on high ; 
Let shouts be heard through all the sky; 
Kings of the earth, with glad accord. 
Give up your kingdom to the Lord. 

2 Almighty God ! thy power assume. 
Who wast, and art, and art to come ; 
Jesus, the Lamb, who once was slain. 
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When men of every race and clime 
The Saviour's precepts shall obey. 

2 In one sweet symphony of praise, 

Gentile and Jew shall then unite ; 
And all the wrongs that man has wrought 
Sink in th' abyss of endless night. 

3 Then Afric's long enslaved sons 

Shall join with Europe's polished race, 
To celebrate, in different tongues, 
The glories of redeeming grace. 

4 From east to west, from nortb to south, 

Immanuel's kingdom shall extend ; 
And ever}?^ man, in every face, 
Shall meet a brother and a friend. 

The Glory of Jehovah.— Vsaha 97. 


1 Jehovah reigns ; his throne is high, 
His robes are light and majesty : 

His glory shines with beams so bright. 
No mortal can sustain the sight. 

2 His terrors keep the world in awe ; 
His justice guards his holy law : 
His love reveals a smiling face ; 

His truth and promise seal the grace. 

3 Thro' all his works what wisdom shines ! 
He baffles Satan's deep designs ; 

His power is sovereign to fulfill 
The noblest counsels of his will. 

4 And will this glorious Lord descend 
To be my Father and my Friend ? 
Then let my songs with angels join. 
Heaven is secure, if God is mine. 

^ A " The same yesterday, and to-day, and for 
LdO\J* e®er."— Heb. 13 : 8. 

1 With transport. Lord, our souls proclaim 
Th' immortal honor of thy name ; 
Assembled round our Saviour's throne, 
We make his ceaseless glories known. 

2 Through all revolving ages, he 

The same hath been, the same shall be : 
Immortal radiance gilds his head. 
While stars and suns wax old and fade. 

3 The same his power his flock to guard ; 
The same his bounty to reward ; 

The same his faithfulness and love 
To saints on earth, and saints above. 

4 Let nature change, and sink, and die, 
Jesus shall raise his chosen high. 

And fix them near his steadfast thronej 
In glory changeless as his own. 

1 1 5. "^1 <^ Lor^^ <^' haetm it in hU time.'" 
1 Hasten, O Lord, that happy time. 
That dear, expected, blessed day I 

Prayer for general Peace. 


1 Thy footsteps. Lord, with joy we trace. 
And mark the conquests of thy grace ; 
Complete the work thou hast begun. 
And let thy will on earth be done. 

2 Oh, show thyself the Prince of peace ; 
Command the din of war to cease : 
Oh, bid contending nations rest. 

And let thy love rule every breast ! 

3 Then peace returns with balmy wing ; 
Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing; 
Reviving commerce lifts her head. 
And want and woe and hate have fled. 

^ Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord, 
All move subservient to thy word ; 
Oh, soon let every nation prove 
The perfect joy of Christian love ! 


Praise God, from whom all blessings flowl 
Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 



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y y , Praise to Jehovah. 

1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator 1 

Praise to thee from every tongue : 
Join, my soul, with every creature, 
Join the universal song. 

2 Father, Source of all compassion 

Pure, unbounded grace is thine : 
Hail the God of our salvation ! 
Praise him for his love divine. 

3 For ten thousand blessings given, 

For the hope of future joy, 
Sound his praise through earth and heaven, 
Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 

4 Joyfully on earth adore him. 

Till in heaven our song we raise ; 
There, enraptured, fall before him, 
Lost in .wonder, love, and praise. 

"-The Desire of all nations:' 


1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus, 

Born to set thy people free ; 
From our fears and sins release us, 
Let us find our rest in thee. 

2 Israel's strength and consolation, 

Hope of all the earth thou art ; 

Dear desire of every nation, 
Joy of every longing heart. 

3 Born, thy people to deliver ; 

Born a child, and yet a king ; 
Born to reign in us for ever. 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-sufficient merit, 
Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

\j\) i • ^^From grace to glory ^^ 

1 Know, my soul, thy full salvation ; 

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
Joy to find in every station 

Something still to do or bear : 
Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; 

Think what Father's smiles are thine 
Think that Jesus died to win thee : 

Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 

2 Haste thee on from grace to glory. 

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer 
Heaven's eternal day before thee — 

God's own hand shall guide thee tber(. 
Soon shall close thine earthly mission, 

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; 


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Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 

' I am a miracle of graced 


1 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus ! 

Only thee I wish to sing ; 
To my soul thy name is precious, 

Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
Oh, what mercy flows from heaven ! 

Oh, what joy and happiness ! 
Love I much ? I 've much forgiven — 

I 'm a miracle of grace ! 

2 Once with Adam's race in ruin, 

Unconcerned in sin I lay ; 
Swift destruction still pursuing. 

Till my Saviour passed that way : 
Witness, all ye hosts of heaven. 

My Redeemer's tenderness : 
Love I much ? I 've much forgiven — 

I 'm a miracle of grace ! 

8 Shout, ^jQ bright, angelic choir! 

Praise the Lamb enthroned above ! 
While, astonished, I admire 

God's free grace and boundless love : 
That blest moment I received him 

Filled my soul with joy and peace : 
Love I much ? I 've much forgiven — 

I 'm a miracle of grace I 


'■'■And David said, 
1 Chron. ! 

'Blemed he thou. 
9: 10—28. 

Blest be thou, O God of Israel ! 

Thou, our Father and our Lord ! 
Majesty is thine for ever ; 

Ever be thy name adored. 
Thine, O Lord, are power and great 

Glory, victory, are thine own ; 
All is thine in earth and heaven. 

Over all thy boundless throne. 

3 Riches come of thee, and honor; 

Power and might to thee belong ; 
Thine it is to make us prosper. 
Only thine to make us strong. 

4 Lord, our God, for these, thy bounties, 

Hymns of gratitude we raise ; 
To thy name, for ever glorious. 
Ever we address our praise. 


Praise the God of our salvation. 

Praise the Father's boundless love ; 
Praise the Lamb, our expiation ; 

Praise the Spirit from above ; 
Praise the Fountain of salvation. 

Him by whom our spirits live ; 
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• Psalm 29. 

1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, 
Give to the Lord renown and power ; 
Ascribe new honors to his name, 
And his eternal might adore. 

2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud, 
O'er all the ocean and the land ; 
His voice divides the watery cloud. 
And lightnings blaze at his command. 

3 The Lord sits Sovereign on the flood ; 
The Thunderer reigns for ever King ; 
But makes his church his blest abode. 
Where we his awful glories sing. 

4 In gentler language, there the Lord 
The counsels of his grace imparts : 
Amid the raging storm, his word 
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. 

XOO. God All-powerful. 

1 Thb Lord, the God of glory, reigns, 
In robes of majesty arrayed ; 

His rule omnipotence sustains. 
And guides the worlds his hands have 

2 Ere rolling worlds began to move. 

Or ere the heavens were spread abroad, 
Thine awful throne was fixed above ; 
From everlasting thou art God. 

3 The swelling floods tumultuous rise. 
Aloud the angry tempests roar ; 
Lift their proud billows to the skies, 
And foam, and lash the trembling shore. 

4 The Lord, the mighty God, on high. 
Controls the fiercely raging seas ; 

He speaks ! — and noise and tempest fly, 
The waves sink down in gentle peace. 
6 Thy sovereign laws are ever sure, 
Eternal purity is thine ; 

And, Lord, thy people shall be pure, 
And in thy blest resemblance shine. 

m" Who can show forth all His praise T' 
Psalm 106. 

1 Oh, render thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love ; 
Whose mercy firm, through ages past, 
Hath stood, and shall for ever last. 

2 Who can his mighty deeds express- 
Not only vast, but numberless ! 
What mortal eloquence can raise 
His tribute of immortal praise ! 

3 Extend to me that favor. Lord, 
Thou to thy chosen dost afford ; 
When thou return'st to set them free, 
Let thy salvation visit me. 

4 Oh, render thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love : 

His mercy firm, through ages past, 
Hath stood, and shall for ever last. 

QQA "■Every day will I bless Thee."" 
O-^tt. Psalm 145. 

1 My God, my King, thy various praise 
Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
Thy grace employ my humble tongue. 
Till death and glory raise the song. 

2 The wings of every hour shall bear 
Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; 
And every setting sun shall see 
New works of duty done for thee. 

3 Let distant times and nations raise 
The long succession of thy praise ; 
And unborn ages make my song 
The joy and triumph of their tongue. 

4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ! 
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ; 
Vast and unsearchable thy ways ! 
Vast and immortal be thy praise ! 

















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1 Bright King of glory ! dreadful God ! 
Our spirits bow before thy seat ; 

To thee we lift an humble thought, 
And worship at thine awful feet ! 

2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright. 
Stand round the glorious Deity ; 

But who, among the sons of light, 
Pretends comparison with thee ? 

3 Yet there is one, of human frame, 
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood, 
Thinks it no robbery to claim 

A full equality with God. 

4 Then, let the name of Christ, our King, 
With equal honors be adored : 

His praise let every angel sing. 
And all the nations own him Lord. 

^Q J., "<7o, worship at Immanuera feet"" 

1 Go, worship at Immanuel's feet ; 
See in his face what wonders meet ; 
Earth is too narrow to express 

His worth, his glory, or his grace. 

2 Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars. 
Nor heaven his full resemblance bears : 
His beauties we can never trace. 

Till we behold him face to face. 

3 Oh, let me climb those higher skies, 
Where storms and darkness never rise : 
There he displays his power abroad, 
And shines, and reigns, th' incarnate God ! 

Unto ITim that loved t*«." 
Rev. 1 : 5—7. 


1 Now to the Lord, who makes us know 
The wonders of his dying love, 
Be humble honors paid below, 
And strains of nobler praise above ! 

2 'T was he who cleansed our foulest sins, 
And washed us in his precious blood ; 
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings. 
And brings us rebels near to God. 

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, 
To Jesus, our eternal King, 

Be everlasting power confessed ! 
Let every tongue his glory sing. 

4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes, 
And every eye shall see him move ; 
Tho' with our sins we pierced him onoe, 
He now displays his pardoning love. 

5 The unbelieving world shall wail. 
While we rejoice to see the day : 
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, 
Nor let thy chariot long delay. 

381. " ^« Prince of Lifer 

1 Hail to the Prince of life and peace, 
Who holds the keys of death and hell ! 
The spacious world unseen is his, 

And sovereign power becomes him well. 

2 In shame and anguish once he died ; 
But now he lives for evermore : 
Bow down, ye saints, around his seat, 
And, all ye angel-bands, adore. 

3 So live for ever, glorious Lord, 

To crush thy foes and guard thy friends ; 
While all thy chosen tribes rejoice 
That thy dominion never ends. 

4 Worthy thy hand to hold the keys. 
Guided by wisdom and by love ; 
Worthy to rule o'er mortal life, 
O'er worlds below, and worlds above. 

5 For ever reign, victorious King ! 

Wide thro' the earth thy name be known ; 
And call my longing soul to sing 
Sublimer anthems near thv throne. 






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m" Worship the Lord in the beauty of hoUneas.'''' 
Psalm 96. 

1 Let all the earth their voices raise, 
To sing the choicest psalm of praise ; 

To sing and bless Jehovah's name: 
His glory let the heathen know ; 
His wonders to the nations show ; 

And all his saving works proclaim. 

2 He framed the globe, he built the sky, 
He made the shining worlds on high. 

And reigns complete in glory there : 
His beams are majesty and light ; 
His beauties, how divinely bright ! 

His temple, how divinely fair ! 

3 Come the great day, the glorious hour. 
When earth shall feel his saving power, 

And barb'rous nations fear his name ! 
Then shall the race of man confess 
The beauty of his holiness, 

And in his courts his grace proclaim. 

EverldsUng Praise to Jehovah. 
Psalm 146. 


1 I 'll praise my Maker with my breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death. 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
While life, and thought, and being last. 

Or immortality endures. 

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God ; he made the sky. 

And earth, and seas, with all their train: 
His truth for ever stands secure ; 
He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor, 

And none shall find his promise vain. 

3 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind, 
The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace: 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

And grants the prisoner sweet release, 

4 He loves his saints, he knows them well, 
But turns the wicked down to hell : 

Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ! 
Let every tongue, let every age. 
In this exalted work engage : 

Praise him in everlasting strains. 

5 I '11 praise him while he lends me breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death. 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 


'More to he desired than gold^ 
Psalm 19. 

1 I LOVE the volume of thy word ; 
What light and joy those leaves afford 

To souls benighted and distressed! 
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, 
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray. 

Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 

2 Thy threatenings wake my slunjbering 

And warn me where my danger lies; 

But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, 
That makes my guilty conscience clean, 
Converts my soul, subdues ray sin. 

And gives a free, but large reward. 



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3 Who knows the errors of his thoughts ? 
My God forgive my secret faults, 

And from presumptuous sins restrain : 
Accept my poor attempts of praise, 
That I have read thy book of grace, 

And book of nature not in vain. 


" Shall he deliver Ma soul f"— Psalm 89. 

1 Think, mighty God, on feeble man, 
How few his hours, how short his span ! 

Short from the cradle to the grave : 
Who can secure his vital breath 
Against the bold demands of death. 

With skill to fly, or power to save ? 

2 Lord, shall it be for ever said. 
The race of man was only made 

For sickness, sorrow, and the dust ? 
Are not thy servants, day by day. 
Sent to their graves, and turned to clay ? 

Lord, where 's thy kindness to the just ? 

3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son, 
And all his seed, a heavenly crown ? 

But flesh and sense indulge despair : 
Forever blessed be the Lord, 
That faith can read his holy word, 

And find a resurrection there. 

4 For ever blessed be the Lord, 
Who gives his saints a long reward 

For all their toil, reproach, and pain : 
Let all below, and all above 
Join to proclaim thy wondrous love. 

And each repeat his loud Amen ! 

1 O Q O " Tlie righteous judgment of God.''^ 

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1 The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound 
Shall wake the nations under ground : 
Where, then, my God, shall I be found, — 

2 When all shall stand before thy throne. 
When thou shalt make their sentence 

And all thy righteous judgment own ! 

3 Thou, who for sinners felt such pain. 
Whose precious blood the Cross did 

Who did for us its curse sustain, — 

4 By all that man's redemption cost. 
Let not my trembling soul be lost. 
In storms of guilty terror tossed ! 

5 Give me in that dread day a place 
Among thy chosen, faithful race. 
The sons of God, and heirs of grace. 

6 Trembling before thy throne I bend ; 
My God, my Father, and my Friend, 
Do not forsake me in the end ! 


Now to the great and sacred Three, 
The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 

Eternal praise and glory given, — 
Through all the worlds where God is 

By all the angels near the throne, 

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X i y , " T'i^ ^anc? that madt us is Divine.''^ 

1 The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display. 
And publishes to every land 

The work of an Almighty hand. 

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail. 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale. 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 

4 While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn. 
Confirm the tidings as they roll. 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

5 What though, in solemn silence, all 
Move round this dark, terrestrial ball ? 
What though nor real voice nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found ? 

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice. 
And utter forth a s^lorious voice ; 
For ever singing, as they shine, 

" The hand that made us is Divine." 

\,\)^, God awr Refuge. Psalm 46. 

1 God is the refuge of his saints. 

When storms of sharp distress invade ; 
Ere we can offer our complaints. 
Behold him present with his aid. 

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 

Down to the deep, and buried there. 
Convulsions shake the solid world ; 
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 

3 Loud may tne troubled ocean roar ; 

In sacred peace our souls abide ; 
While every nation, every shore. 

Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 

4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 

Supplies the city of our God, 
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
And watering our divine abode. 

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word. 

Our grief allays, our fear controls ; 
Sweet peace thy promises afford. 

And give new strength to fainting 

6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love. 

Secure against a threatening hour ; 
Nor can her firm foundations move. 
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Psalm 121. 

1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, 
Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ; 
Thence all her help my soul derives, 
There my almighty Refuge lives. 

2 He lives — the everlasting God 

That built the world, that spread the flood: 
The hea,vens with all their hosts he made, 
And the dark regions of the dead. 

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way ; 
His morning smiles bless all the day : 
He spreads the evening vail, and keeps 
The silent hours, while Israel sleeps. 

4 Israel, a name divinely blest. 
May rise secure, securely rest ; 
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes 
Admit no slumber, nor surprise. 

6 No sun shall smite thy head by day ; 
Nor the pale moon with sickly ray 
Shall blast thy couch ; no baleful star 
Dart his malignant fire so far. 

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, 
Still thou shalt go, and still return. 
Safe in the Lord ; his heavenly care 
Defends thy life from every snare. 

*I On thee foul spirits have no power ; 
And, in thy last departing hour. 
Angels, that trace the airy road. 
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. 


"^« to loved the worlds— John It: 17. 

Not to condemn the sons of men. 
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear ; 

No weapons in his hands are seen. 
No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 

2 Such was the pity of our God, 

He loved the race of man so well, 
He sent his Son to bear our load 

Of sins, and sav^ our souls from hell. 

3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ; 

Trust in his mighty name, and live : 
A thousand joys his lips affbrd. 

His hands a thousand blessings give. 

47 9. ^* Worths and the Word of God.— Fsalm 19. 

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ; 

In every star thy wisdom shines ; 
But when our eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light. 

And night, and day, thy power confess ; 
But the blest volume thou hast writ. 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 

Round the whole earth, and never 
stand ; 
So when thy truth began its race. 
It touched and glanced on every land. 

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest. 

Till thro' the world thy truth hath run; 
Till Christ hath all the nations blest 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise ! 

Bless the dark world with heavenly 
light : 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right 

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view 

In souls renewed, and sins forgiven ; 
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew. 
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1 Great God ! let all my tuneful powers 

Awake, and sing thy miglity name : 
Thy hand revolves my circling hours — 
Thy hand, from whence my being 

2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round 

In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; 
And years, with smiling mercy crowned, 
To thee successive honors raise. 

3 My life, my health, my friends I owe, 

All to thy vast, unbounded love ; 
Ten thousand precious gifts below, 
And hope of nobler joys above. 

4 Thus will I sing till nature cease. 

Till sense and language are no more ; 
And, after death, thy boundless grace. 
Through everlasting years adore. 

" Thy throne, O God, is for ever and 
ever.'''' — Psalm ^. 


1 Now be my heart inspired to sing 
The glories of my Saviour King : 
Jesus, the Lord, how heavenly fair 
His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 

2 O'er all the sons of human race 
He shines with a superior grace ; 
Love from his lips divinely flows. 
And blessings all his state compose. 

3 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands ! 
Grace is the scepter in thy hands : 
Thy laws and works are just and right; 
Justice and grace are thy delight. 

4 God, thine own God, has richly shed 
His oil of gladness on thy head ; 
And with his sacred Spirit blest 
His first-born Son above the rest. 

^5 Q • Worship of Christ upon Ms Throne. 

1 Jesus, thou everlasting King ! 
Accept the tribute which we bring ; 
Accept the well-deserved renown. 
And wear our praises as thy crown. 

2 Let every act of worship be 

Like our espousals. Lord, to thee — 
Like that dear hour, when from above 
"We first received thy pledge of love. 

3 The gladness of that happy day. 

Our hearts would wish it long to stay ; 
Nor let our faith forsake its hold. 
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 

4 Let every moment, as it flies, 
Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 
Till we are raised to sing thy name, 
At the great supper of the Lamb. 

The Word of our God shall stand for ever.^ 


1 The starr)'- firmament on high, 
And all the glories of the sky. 

Yet shine not to thy praise, O Lord, 
So brightly as thy written word. 

2 The hopes that holy word supplies, 
Its truths divine, and precepts wise, 
In each a heavenly beam I see, 
And every beam conducts to thee. 

3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail. 
The moon forget her nightly tale. 
And deepest silence hush on high 
The radiant chorus of the sky ; 

4 But fixed for everlasting years. 
Unmoved, amid the wreck of spheres, 
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day. 
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J. y , Power cf ili» Cross. 

1 We sing the praise of him who died, 

Of him who died upon the cross : 
The sinner's hope let men deride ; 
For this we count the world as loss. 

2 The cross ! — it takes our guilt away ; 

It holds the fainting spirit up ; 

It cheers with hope the gloomy day, 

And sweetens every bitter cup. 

3 It makes the coward spirit brave, 

And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; 
It takes the terror from the grave. 
And gilds the bed of death with light : 

4 The balm of life, the cure of woe. 

The measure and the pledge of love ; 
The sinner's refuge here below. 

The angels' theme in heaven above ! 

I J_ O , li was for me. 

1 Jesus, whom angel-hosts adore, 

Became a man of griefs for me ; 
In love, though rich, becoming poor. 
That I thro' him enriched might be. 

2 Though Lord of all, above, below, 

He went to Olivet for me ; 
There drank my cup of wrath and woe. 
When bleeding in Gethsemane, 

3 The ever-blessed Son of God 

Went up to Calvary for me ; 
There paid my debt, there bore my load. 
In his own body on the tree. 

4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies. 

Went down into the grave for me ; 
There overcame my enemies. 

There won the glorious victory. 
6 *Tis finished all : the vail is rent, 

The welcome sure, the access free ; — 
Now then, we leave our banishment, 

Father, to return to thee ! 

m"And that Bock was ChrisV* ' 
• 1 Cor. 10 : 4. 

1 Eternal Rock ! — to thee I flee ; 

In thy rent fissures would I hide : 
No rill of mercy flows to me 

But issues from thy wounded side. 

2 Earth's fondest hopes, and brightert 

Are fitful, fugitive, and vain ; 
The best of its polluted streams 
I only drink to thirst again. 

3 Forgiveness, peace, salvation, heaven, 

Jesus, I owe alone to thee — 
The Rock whose clefts for me were 
The smitten One of Calvary 1 

'And dying is but going TiomeT* 


1 Now let our souls, on wings sublime, 
Rise from the vanities of time, 
Draw back the parting vail, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Born by a new, celestial birth. 

Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys. 
So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
While we are walking back to God ? 
For strangers into life we come, 
And dying is but going home. 

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge^ 
That sets our longing souls at large. 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our ceH 
And gives us with our God to dwell. 

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love. 
Is the full heaven enjoyed above ; 
And the sweet expectation now 

Is the young dawn of heaven below. 


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1 A A Psalm of Praise for God's Care. 

-^AU. Psalm 89, 

1 The mercies of my God and King 

My tongue shall still pursue : 
Oh, happy they who, while they sing 
Those mercies, share them, too ! 

2 As bright and lasting as the sun, 

As lofty as the sky, 
From age to age thy word shall run. 

And chance and change defy. 
8 The covenant of the King of kings 

Shall stand for ever sure ; 
Beneath the shadow of thy wings 

Thy saints repose secure. 

4 Thine is the earth, and thine the skies, 

Created at thy will ; 
The waves at thy command arise, 
At thy command are still. 

5 In earth below, in heaven above, 

Who, who is Lord like thee ? 
Oh, spread the gospel of thy love 
Till all thy glories see ! 

^ Q O • ^^ living Saviour faithful to his Friends. 

1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives, 

And ever prays for me : 
A token of his love he gives, 
A pledge of liberty. 

2 I find him lifting up my head ; 

He brings salvation near : 
His presence makes me free, indeed, 
And he will soon appear. 

3 He wills that I should holy be : 

What can withstand his will ? 
The counsel of his grace in me 
He surely shall fulfill. 

4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word ; 

I steadfastly believe 
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
And to thyself receive. 

5 When God is mine, and I am his, 
Of paradise possessed, 
I taste unutterable bliss, 
And everlasting rest. 

^ Q ^ , Redemption finished. 

1 Triumphant, Christ ascends on high, 

The glorious work complete ; 
Sin, death, and hell, low vanquished lie, 
Beneath his awful feet. 

2 There, with eternal glory crowned, 

The Lord, the Conqueror, reigns ; 
His praise the heavenly choirs resound 
In their immortal strains. 

3 Amid the splendors of his throne. 

Unchanging love appears ; 
The names he purchased for his own, 
Still on his heart he bears. 

4 Oh, the rich depths of love divine ! 

Of bliss a boundless store ! 
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; 
I can not wish for more. 

5 On thee alone my hope relies; 

Beneath thy cross I fall, — 
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 
My Saviour, and my all ! 

4:jLiO, Infinite Worth of Christ, 

1 Infinite excellence is thine, 

Thou glorious Prince of grace ! 
Thy uncreated beauties shine 
With never-fading rays. 

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, 

Come bending at thy feet ; 
To thee their prayers and songs ascend. 
In thee their wishes meet. 

3 Millions of happy spirits live 

On thine exhaustless store ; 
From thee they all their bliss receive, 
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For he, indeed, is Lord of lords, 
And he the King of kings ; 

He is the Sun of Righteousness, 
With healing in his wings. 

Christ is my Peace : he died for me, 
For me he gave his blood ; 

And, as my wondrous sacrifice. 
Offered himself to God. 

5 Christ Jesus is my All in All, 
My comfort and my love; 
My life below, and he shall be 
My joy and crown above. 

4 Thou art their triumph and their joy ; 
They find their all in thee : 
Thy glories will their tongues employ 
Through all eternity. 

" The CMefest among fen tJwusand" 


1 Come, heavenly Love, inspire my song 

With thine immortal flame. 
And teach my heart, and teach my 
The Saviour's lovely name. 

2 The Saviour ! — oh, what endless charms 

Dwell in that blissful sound! 
Its influence every fear disarms, 
And spreads delight around. 

3 Wrapped in the gloom of dark despair, 

We helpless, hopeless lay : 
But sovereign mercy reached us there. 
And smiled despair away. 

4 Th' almighty Former of the skies 

Stoops to our vile abode ; 
While angels view with wondering eyes. 
And hail th' incarnate God. 

5 Incarnate God ! — now to thine arms 

I yield my captive soul : 
Oh, let thine all-subduing charms 
My inmost powers control ! 

4:e5t/» "^^ ^^^ complete in .H»m."— Col. 2 : 10. 

1 I Ve found the pearl of greatest price ; 

My heart doth sing for joy ; 
And sing I must, for Christ is mine — 
Christ shall my song employ. 

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King ; 

My Prophet full of light ; 
My great High Priest before the throne ; 
My King of heavenly might. 

" When shall I come and appear htifore 
God:'—P%&\xa. 42. 


1 As pants the hart for cooling streams 

When heated in the chase ; 
So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 
And thy refreshing grace. 

2 For thee, my God, the living God, 

My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
Oh! when shall I behold thy face. 
Thou Majesty divine ? 

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul f 

Trust God ; and he '11 employ 
His aid for thee, and change these sighs 
To thankful hymns of joy. 

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul f 

Hope still ; and thou shalt sing 
The praise of him who is thy God, 
Thy health's eternal spring. 


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And Spirit, be adored, 
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Q n " 2r%er« »> a fountain filled 

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1 There is a fountain filled with blood, 

Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
And sinners, plunged beneatli tliat flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day ; 

And there have I, as vile as he, 

Washed all my sins away. 

3 Dear, dying Lamb! thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power. 
Till all the ransomed church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply. 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

6 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I '11 sing thy power to save. 
When this poor, lisping, stammering 
Lies silent in the grave. 

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared 

(Unworthy though I be) 
For me a blood-bought, free reward, 
A golden harp for me ! 

7 *T is strung and tuned for endless years ; 

And formed by power divine. 
To sound in God the Father's ears 
No other name but thine. 

" TJiere ia a fountain filled with blood.' 
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1 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins; 
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
And there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 

3 Dear, dying Lamb ! thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransomed church of God 
Are saved, to sin no more. 

4 Since first, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply. 
Redeeming love has been my theme. 
And shall be, till I die. 

5 And when this feeble, stammering tongue 

Lies silent in the grave, 
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I '11 sing thy power to save. 

QOti* Trustful Christian victoriout. 

1 My God ! the spring of all my joys, 

The life of my delights, 
The glory of my brightest days, 
And comfort of my nights ! 

2 In darkest shades if he appear. 

My dawning is begun : 
He is my soul's sweet morning star, 
And he my rising sun. 

3 The opening heavens around me shine 

With beams of sacred bliss, 
While Jesus shows his heart is mine. 
And whispers, I am his ! 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay 

At that transporting word. 
Run up with joy the shining way, 
T' embrace my dearest Lord. 

5 Fearless of hell, and ghastly death, 

I 'd break through every foe ; 
The wings of love and arms of faith 
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1 Jeeusalem! my happy home ! 

Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy, and peace, in thee ? 

2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, 

Shall I thy courts ascend. 
Where evermore the angels sing. 
Where Sabbaths have no end ? 

3 There happier bowers, than Eden's, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know : 
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy 

I onward press to you. 

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ? 

Or feel at death dismay ? 
I Ve Canaan's goodly land in view, 
And realms of endless day. 

6 Jerusalem, my glorious home ! 
My soul still pants for thee ; 
Then shall my labors have an end, 
When I thy joys shall see. 

1 O^l ^^ Come, crown and throne; come, rote 
JL^djLjLu and palm.'''' 

1 These are the crowns that we shall wear. 

When all thy saints are crowned ; 
These are the palms that we shall bear 
On yonder holy ground. 

2 These are the robes, unsoiled and white. 

Which we shall then put on. 
When, foremost 'mong the sons of light, 
We sit on yonder throne. 

3 That is the city of the saints, 

Where we so soon shall stand. 
When we shall strike these desert-tents. 
And quit this desert-land. 

4 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain 1 

And welcome sorrow, too ! 

All toil is rest, all grief is gain, 

With such a prize in view. 

5 Come, crown and throne; come, robe 

and palm ; 
Burst forth, glad stream of peace ! 
Come, holy city of the Lamb ! 
Rise, Sun of righteousness ! 

X^4:0. ^* Cloud of Witnesses. 

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise 

Within the vail, and see 
The saints above — how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be ! 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 

And wet their couch with tears ; 

They wrestled hard, as we do now. 

With sins, and doubts, and fears. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came ; 

They, with united breath. 
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to his death. 

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod 

His zeal inspired their breast ; 
And, following their incarnate God, 
Possess the promised rest. 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 

For his own pattern given, 
While the long cloud of witnesses 
Show the same path to heaven. 


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Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, 
And thine atoning blood. 

^\Jo» "-^one other name 'under Eea/venJ" 

1 GoD^s holy law, transgressed, 

Speaks nothing but despair ; 
Burdened with guilt, with grief oppressed, 
We find no comfort there. 

2 Not all our groans and tears, 

Nor works which we have done, 
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, 
Can e'er for sin atone. 

3 Relief alone is found 

In Jesus' precious blood : 
'T is this that heals the mortal wound, 
And reconciles to God. 

4 High lifted on the cross. 

The spotless victim dies : 

This is salvation's only source, 

Hence all our hopes arise. 

In Christ t7es««."— 1 Cor. 1 : 


1 How heavy is the night 

That hangs upon our eyes, 
Till Christ, with his reviving light, 
Upon our souls arise ! 

2 Our guilty spirits dread 

To meet the wrath of Heaven ; 
But in his righteousness arrayed, 
We see our sins forgiven. 

3 Unholy and impure 

Are all our thoughts and ways : 
His hands infected nature cure, 
With sanctifying grace. 

4 The powers of hell agree 

To hold our souls in vain : 
He sets the sons of bondage free, 
And breaks th' accursed chain. 

5 Lord, we adore thy ways. 

To bring us near to God, — 

ITie Fiftnf-third Chapter of Isaiah, 


1 Like sheep we went astray, 

And broke the fold of God ; 
Each wandering in a different way, 
But all the downward road. 

2 How dreadful was the hour. 

When God our wanderings laid, 
And did at once his vengeance pour 
Upon the Shepherd's head ! 

3 How glorious was the grace. 

When Christ sustained the stroke ! 
His life and blood the Shepherd pays, 
A ransom for the flock ! 

4 But God shall raise his head 

O'er all the sons of men ; 
And make him see a numerous seed. 
To recompense his pain. 

5 " I '11 give him," saith the Lord, 

"A portion with the strong; 
He shall possess a large reward, 
And hold his honors long." 


"Mine eyes are ever toward the Lord."" 
Psalm 25. 

1 Mine eyes and my desire 

Are ever to the Lord ; 
I love to plead his promises, 
And rest upon his word. 

2 Lord, turn thee to my soul ; 

Bring thy salvation near : 
When will thy hand release my feet 
From sin's destructive snare ? 

3 When shall the sovereign grace 

Of my forgiving God 
Restore me from those dangerous ways 
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4 Oh, keep my soul from death, 
Nor put my hope to shame ! 
For I have placed my only trust 
In my Redeemer's name. 
6 With humble faith I wait 
To see thy face again : 
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said. 
He sought the Lord in vain. 

\ /,i\A ''''How shall we sing the Lord's song in 
-*■ *^ " ^ • a strange land V —Psalm 13T. 

1 Far from my heavenly home, 

Far from my Father's breast, 
Fainting, I cry, " Blest Spirit, come. 
And speed me to my rest !" 

2 Upon the willows long 

My harp has silent hung ; 
How should I sing a cheerful song, 
Till thou inspire my tongue ? 

3 My spirit homeward turns. 

And fain would thither flee ; 
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, 
When I remember thee. 

4 To thee, to thee I press — 

A dark and toilsome road ; 
When shall I pass the wilderness, 

And reach the saint's abode ? 
6 God of my life, be near ; 

On thee my hopes I cast : 
Oh, guide me through the desert here. 

And bring me home at last ! 

Thanks for all Saints. 


1 For all thy saints, O God, 

Who strove in Christ to live. 
Who followed him, obeyed, adored, 
Our grateful hymn receive 

2 For all thy saints, O God, 

Accept our thankful cry, 

Who counted Christ their great reward. 

And yearned for him to die. 
They all, in life and death. 

With him, their Lord, in view, 
Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath 

To suffer and to do. 
For this, thy name we bless. 

And humbly pray that we 
May follow them in holiness, 

And live and die in thee. 


" This mortal shall put on immortality.^'' 

1 And must this body die ? 

This mortal frame decay ? 
And must these active limbs of mine 
Lie moldering in the clay ? 

2 God, my Redeemer, lives 

And ever from the skies 
Looks down and watches all my dust, 
Till he shall bid it rise. 

3 Arrayed in glorious grace 

Shall these vile bodies shine. 
And every shape, and every face 
Look heavenly and divine. 

4 These lively hopes we owe 

To Jesus' dying love ; 
We would adore his grace below, 
And sing his power above. 

5 Dear Lord ! accept the praise 

Of these our liurnble songs, 
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 
With our immortal tongues. 


To God, the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, glory be, 
As was, and is, and shall remain 

Through all eternity. 


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1 Jesus, hail ! thou great I am ! 
High and holy is thy name : 
Angel-harps resound thy praise ; 
Saints adore thy saving grace ; 
Every creature bows the knee, 
Worshiping thy majesty. 

2 Hail, thou everlasting Lord ! 
"God with us !" incarnate Word ! 

Glory of thy church thou art. 
Life and light of every heart : 
Angels, saints, below, above, 
Join to praise thy boundless love. 

1 9 • ^« ^««<* of Christ. 

1 Ye who in these courts are found, 
Listening to the joyful sound, — ■- 
Lost and helpless, as ye are. 
Sons of sorrow, sin, and care, — 
Glorify the King of kings, 

Take the peace the gospel brings. 

2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes, 
View his bleeding sacrifice ; 
See, in him, your sins forgiven, 
Pardon, holiness, and heaven : 
Glorify the King of kings, 

Take the peace the gospel brings. 


Praise the name of God most high ; 
Praise him, all below the sky ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghott ! 
As through countless ages past. 
Evermore his praise shall last. 

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1 From the cross uplifted high, 
Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
What melodious sounds we hear, 
Bursting on the ravished ear ! — 

" Love's redeeming work is done ; 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 

2 " Spread for thee, the festal board 
See with richest dainties stored ; 
To thy Father's bosom pressed, 
Yet again a child confessed. 
Never from his house to roam : 
Come and welcome, sinner, come \ 

3 " Soon the days of life shall end ; 
Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend ! 
Safe your spirits to convey 

To the realms of endless day, 

Up to my eternal home : 

Come and welcome, sinner, come !'* 

688. ''OnlAj Thee:' 

1 Blessed Saviour ! thee I love. 
All my other joys above ; 

All my hopes in thee abide, 
Thou my hope, and naught beside 
Ever let my glory be 
Only, only, only thee. 

2 Once again beside the cross. 
All my gain I count but loss ; 
Earthly pleasures fade away, — 
Clouds they are that hide my day : 
Hence, vain shadows ! let me see 
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3 From beneath that thorny crown 
Trickle drops of cleansing down ; 
Pardon from thy pierced hand 
Now I take, while here I stand : 
Only then I live to thee, 
When thy wounded side I see. 

4 Blessed Saviour ! thine am I, 
Thine to live, and thine to die ; 
Height, or depth, or earthly power 
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more : 
Ever shall my glory be 

Only, only, only thee ! 

""Bock o/Agesr—l Cor. 10 : 4. 


1 Rock of Ages ! cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ! 
Let the water and the blood. 
From thy riven side that flowed. 
Be of sin the double cure — 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 

2 Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow — 
All for sin could not atone : 
Thou must save, and thou alone ! 
Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
Simply to thy cross I cling. 

3 While I draw this fleeting breath. 
When my eyelids close in death, 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment throne, — 
Rock of Ages ! cleft for me. 

Let me hide myself in thee ! 

I O T:« MestedruM of TrvM in Chriti, 

\ Saviour ! happy would I be, 
If I could but trust in thee ; 

Trust thy wisdom me to guide ; 
Trust thy goodness to provide ; 
Trust thy saving love and power ; 
Trust thee every day and hour : 

2 Trust thee as the only light 
In the darkest hour of night ; 
Trust in sickness, trust in health ; 
Trust in poverty and wealth ; 
Trust in joy, and trust in grief ; 
Trust thy promise for relief : 

3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul ; 
Trust thy grace to make me whole ; 
Trust thee living, dying, too ; 
Trust thee all my journey through ; 
Trust thee till my feet shall be 
Planted on the crystal sea ! 

'■'■ My flesh is meat, indeed.'''' 


1 Bhead of heaven ! on thee I feed, 
For thy flesh is meat, indeed ; 
Ever may my soul be fed 

With this true and living Bread ; 
Day by day with strength supplied 
Through the life of him who died. 

2 Vine of heaven ! thy blood supplies 
This blest cup of sacrifice ; 

'Tis thy wounds my healing give ; 
To thy cross I look, and live ; 
Thou, my Life, oh, let me be 
Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 


Blessing, honor, glory, might, 
And dominion infinite. 
To the Father of our Lord, 
To the Spirit and the Word : 
As it was all worlds before. 
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1 Despis]&d is the Man of grief, 
Rejected, and denied belief 

By them whose sorrows he hath worn — 
For whom he bears the bitter scorn, 
The shameful robe, the scourge, the thorn! 

2 All we, like sheep, have gone astray, 
And turned aside from wisdom's way ; 
But he the path of death hath trod, 
And humbly kissed aflfliction's rod. 
To lead our stricken souls to God. 

3 Oh, let us cast each vice away. 
Beneath the cross each passion lay ; 
With contrite heart and weeping eye, 
Behold the Saviour lifted high, 

And every sin and folly fly ! 

Longing to follow Christ. 


1 THOU, to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light. 
Search, prove ray heart; it pants for thee; 
Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free ! 

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross ; 
Nail my affections to the cross ; 
Hallow each thought ; let all within 
Be clean as thou, my Lord, art clean. 

3 While in this darksome wild I stray, 
Be thou my light, be thou my way : 
No foes, no danger will I fear. 
While thou. Almighty God, art near. 

4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow. 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart. 

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 

5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ; 
Oh, let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill ! 

* Bepeat the third line of the tune for this hymn. 

I ^y , "-4 brtdsed reed shall He not "breaks 

1 Before thy cross, my dying Lord, 

I cast my soul, and trust thy love ; 
Oh, here thy saving power aff'ord. 
And seal my pardon from above ! 

2 No threatening foes shall drive me hence, 

Helpless and fainting I draw near ; 
Resolved (for 't is my last defense), 
If I must die, to perish here. 

3 But, Saviour ! for thy mercy's sake. 

Relieve the anguish of my heart : 

The bruised reed thou wilt not break, 

Nor bid the contrite soul depart. 

4 Washed in thy blood, I shall be pure ; 

Cheered by thy smile, shall feel no 
shame ; 
Saved by thy love, I stand secure. 
And triumph in a Saviour's name ! 

7 O i • ^<» Liberty of Faith. 

1 Before thy throne with tearful eyes, 

My gracious Lord, I humbly fall ; 
To thee my weary spirit flies. 
For thy forgiving love I call. 

2 How free thy mercy overflows. 

When sinners on thy grace rely ! 
Thy tender love no limit knows ; 
Oh, save me — ^justly doomed to die ! 

3 Yes ! thou wilt save ; my soul is free ! 

The gloom of sin is fled away ; 
, My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee, 
And all my powers thy word obey. 

4 Hence, while I wrestle with my foes, — 

The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell,— 
Sustain thou me till conflicts close. 
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^(jjO* Sovereignty of God in Conversion. 

1 May not the sovereign Lord on high 

Dispense his favors as he will ; 
Choose some to life, while others die, 
And yet be just and gracious still ? 

2 Shall man reply against the Lord, 

And call his Maker's ways unjust. 
The thunder of whose dreadful word 
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust ? 

3 But, O ray soul ! if truth so bright 
Should dazzle and confound thy sight, 
Yet still his written will obey. 

And wait the great decisive day. 

4 Then shall he make his justice known, 
And the whole world, before his throne, 
"With joy or terror, shall confess 

The glory of his righteousness. 

^4:X« "-^^ *'*^» ^'"'<^ know that I am God.''* 

1 Wait, my soul, thy Maker's will ! 
Tumultuous passions, all be still ; 
Nor let a murmuring thought arise : 
His ways are just, his counsels wise. 

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
Performs his work, the cause conceals; 
And, though his footsteps are unknown. 
Judgment and truth support his throne. 

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas. 
He executes his firm decrees; 

And by his saints it stands confessed. 
That what he does is ever best. 

4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait. 
With reverence bow before his seat ; 
And, 'mid the terrors of liis rod. 
Trust in a wise and gracious God. 

X X X 4 • " <^^» spfi'f^ our guilty country, spare.''* 

1 On thee, O Lord our God, we call. 
Before thy throne devoutly fall ; 
Oh, whither should the helpless fly? 
To whom but thee direct their cry ? 

2 Lord, we repent, we weep, we mourn, 
To our forsaken God we turn ; 

Oh, spare our guilty country, spare 
The church thine hand hath planted here! 

3 We plead thy grace, indulgent God ! 
We plead thy Son's atoning blood ; 

. We plead thy gracious promises ; 
And are they unavailing pleas ? 

4 These pleas, presented at thy throne, 
Have brought ten thousand blessings down 
On guilty lands in helpless woe : 

Let them prevail to save us, too. 

Look down, God, with pitying eye." 

1122. • 

1 Indulgent Sovereign of the skies. 

And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? 
While feeble mortals raise their cries. 
Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear? 

2 How shall thy servants give thee rest, 

Till Zion's moldering walls thou raise; 
Till thine own power shall stand confessed, 
And make J erusalem a praise ? 

3 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, 

And view the desolation round : 
See what wide realms in darkness lie, 
And hurl their idols to the ground. 

4 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow. 

And call the nations from afar : 
Let all the isles their Saviour know, 
And earth's remotest ends draw near- 



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4 My Father, God ! and may these lips 

Pronounce a name so dear ? 
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony 
Delight my listening ear. 

5 For ever let my grateful heart 

His boundless grace adore, 
Which gives ten thousand blessings now, 
And bids me hope for more. 

6 Transporting hope ! — still on my soul 

With radiant glories shine, 
Till thou thyself art lost in joys 
Immortal and divine. 

X U O y • ^^ Godly Child. 

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How fair the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo ! such the child, whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod. 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet. 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay ; 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill, 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour 

Of man's maturer age 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 O thou, whose infant feet were found 

Within thy Father's shrine. 
Whose years, with changeless virtue 
Were all alike divine, — 

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 

.-( a4- " ^y Jiighteoitfiness, even Thine only.'''' 
^^^' Psalm 71. 

1 My Saviour ! my almighty Friend ! 

When I begin thy praise, 
Where will the growing numbers end, 
The numbers of thy grace ? 

2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; 

Thy goodness I adore : 
And since I knew thy graces first, 
I speak thy glories more. 

3 My feet shall travel all the length 

Of the celestial road ; 
And march, with courage in thy strength, 
To see my Father, God. 

4 When I am filled with sore distress 

For some surprising sin, 
I '11 plead thy perfect righteousness. 
And mention none but thine. 

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 

The victories of my King ! 
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell. 
Shall thy salvation sing. 

6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers ! 

With this delightful song 
I '11 entertain the darkest hours. 
Nor think the season long. 

y I (J , " Your sorrow shall he. turned into joy.** 

1 Come, humble souls, — ye mourners, come. 

And wipe away your tears : 

Adieu to all your sad complaints. 

Your sorrows and your fears. 

2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace. 

The Saviour's dying love : 
Soon shall you join the glorious theme 
In loftier strains above. 

3 God, the eternal, mighty God, 

To dearer names descends : 
Calls you his treasure, and his joy. 
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^i^O, " ^*« *« wy Friend:'— Cant. 5: 10—16. 

1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crowned, 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

2 No mortal can with him compare, 

Among the sons of men ; 
Fairer is he than all the fair 
That fill the heavenly train. 

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress. 

He flew to my relief; 
For me he bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

4 To him I owe my life and breath, 

And all the joys I have ; 
He makes me triumph over death. 
He saves me from the grave. 

5 To heaven, the place of his abode, 

He brings my weary feet ; 
Shows me the glories of my God, 
And makes my joy complete. 

6 Since from his bounty I receive 

Such proofs of love divine. 
Had I a thousand hearts to give. 
Lord ! they should all be thine. 

4: U t) • ^^'^ Saviour. 

1 We *ll sing the power of him who died 

His people to redeem ; 
He is our Saviour, true and tried. 
And he shall be our theme. 

2 For he is precious in the sight 

Of all who know his voice : 
'T was he who brought us to the light. 
And taught us to rejoice. 

3 From worldly snares, and Satan's wile. 

He guards us by his power ; 

And keeps us safe from force and guile 
In every trying hour. 

4 And till his ransomed people come, 

His house above to fill, 
'T is he who safely guides them home. 
Beyond the reach of ill. 

5 Then let us ever make our boast 

Of him, and him alone, 
Who came from heaven to seek the lost, 
And brings us to his throne. 

Q^)^, The Power of Man in Prayer. 

1 There is an eye that never sleeps 

Beneath the wing of night ; 
There is an ear that never shuts. 
When sink the beams of light. 

2 There is an arm that never tires. 

When human strength gives way ; 
There is a love that never fails. 
When earthly loves decay. 

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ; 

That arm upholds the sky; 
That ear is filled with angel songs ; 
That love is throned on high. 

4 But there's a power which man can wield 

When mortal aid is vain. 
That eye, that arm, that love to reach. 
That listening ear to gain. 

5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, 

Through Jesus, to the throne ; 
And moves the hand which moves tho 
To bring salvation down ! 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
Where there are works to make him 

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1 Raise your triumphant songs 

To an immortal tune ; 
Wide let the earth resound the deeds 
Celestial grace has done. 

2 Sing how eternal love 

Its chief Beloved chose, 
And bade him raise our wretched race 
From their abyss of woes. 

3 His hand no thunder bears ; 

No terror clothes his brow : 
No bolts to drive our guilty souls 
To fiercer flames below. 

4 *T was mercy filled the throne, 

And wrath stood silent by. 
When Christ was sent with pardons down 
To rebels doomed to die. 

5 Now, sinners, dry your tears ; 

Let hopeless sorrow cease : 

Bow to the scepter of his love, 

And take the offered peace. 

6 Lord, we obey thy call ; 

We lay an humble claim 
To the salvation thou hast brought, 
And love and praise thy name. 

Q "I «7%6 Song of the Lamh^ 
OOX* Eev. 15: 8, 4. 

1 Awake, and sing the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
Wake, every heart, and every tongue. 
To praise the Saviour's name ! 

2 Sing of his dying love ; 

Sing of his rising power: 
Sing how he intercedes above 
For those whose sins he bore. 

3 Sing, till we feel our hearts 

Ascending with our tongues ; 

Sing, till the love of sin departs. 

And grace inspires our songs. 

4 Sing on your heavenly way. 

Ye ransomed sinnen 


Sing on, rejoicing every day 
In Christ, th' exalted King. 

5 Soon shall we hear him say, 

" Ye blessed children, come 1" 
Soon will he call us hence away 
To our eternal home. 

6 Soon shall our raptured tongue 

His endless praise proclaim. 
And sweeter voices tune the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb. 

Endure hardness, as a good soldier of 
Jesus ChrisV 


1 Arise, ye saints, arise ! 

The Lord our Leader is ; 
The foe before his banner flies, 
For victory is his. 

2 Lead on, almighty Lord, 

Lead on to victory ! 
Encouragea by the bright reward, 
With joy we '11 follow thee, 

3 We'll follow thee, our Guide, 

Our Saviour and our King ; 
We'll follow thee, through grace supplied 
From heaven's eternal spring. 

4 We hope to see the day 

When all our toils shall cease ; 
When we shall cast our arms away. 
And dwell in endless peace. 

5 This hope supports us here, 

It makes our burdens light ; 
'T will serve our drooping hearts to checr^ 
Till faith shall end in sight ; 

6 Till, of the prize possessed, 

We hear of war no more ; 
And oh, sweet thought ! for ever rest 
On yonder peaceful shore ! 









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1 My soul ! be on thy guard ; 

Ten thousand foes arise ; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray! 

The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 

Nor once at ease sit down ; 
Thy arduous work will not be done 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy God ! 
He '11 take thee, at thy parting breath, 
Up to his blest abode. 

m'*Bles8 the Lord, your God, for ever and 
• ever.^' — Neh. 9 : 5. 

1 Stand up, and bless the Lord, 
Ye people of his choice ; 
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God, 
With heart, and soul, and voice. 


2 Though high above all praise. 

Above all blessing high, 
Who would not fear his holy name. 
And laud, and magnify ? 

3 Oh, for the living flame 

From his own altar brought, 
To touch our lips, our souls inspire. 
And wing to heaven our thought ! 

4 God is our strength and song. 

And his salvation ours ; 
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed 
With all our ransomed powers. 

5 Stand up, and bless the Lord; 

The Lord your God adore ; 
Stand up, and bless his glorious name, 
Henceforth, for evermore ! 


To God, the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, glory be. 
As was, and is, and shall remain 

Through all eternity ! 








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1 What grace, O Lotd, and beauty shone 

Around thy steps below ; 
Wliat patient love was seen in all 
Thy life and death of woe. 

2 For, ever on thy burdened heart 

A weight of sorrow hung; 
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word 
Escaped thy silent tongue. 

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile. 

Thy friends unfaithful prove ; 
Unwearied in forgiveness still, 
Thy heart could only love. 

4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee ! 

Like tliee, O Lord, to grieve 

Far more for others' sins than all 

The wrongs that we receive. 

5 One with thyself, may every eye, 

In us, thy brethren, see 
The gentleness and grace that spring 
From union. Lord ! with thee. 

4:0 U. The Roly Spirit our Friend. 

1 Lord, am I precious in thy sight ? 

Lord, wouldst thou have me thine ? 
May it be given me to delight 
The Majesty divine ? 

2 Lord, dost thou sweetly urge and press 

My soul thy Heaven to win ? 

Lord dost thou love my holiness ? 

Lord, dost thou hate my sin ? 

3 O Holy Spirit ! dost thou mourn 

When I from thee depart ? 
Dost thou rejoice when I return, 
And give thee back my heart ? 

4 O happy Heaven ! where thine embrace 

I never more shall leave. 
Nor ever cast away thy grace, 
Nor once thy Spirit grieve. 

"Zr« reviled not again.'''' 

5 Oh, let me. Lord, each grace possess 
That makes thy heaven more bright, 
And bring the humble holiness 
That gives my God delight ! 

Q ij , " i" will give you re«t"— Matt. 11 : 28-80. 

1 Come unto me, all ye who mourn, 

With guilt and fear oppressed ; 
Resign to me the willing heart, 
And I will give you rest. 

2 Take up my yoke, and learn of me 

A meek and lowly mind ; 
And thus your weary, troubled souls 
Repose and peace shall find. 

3 For light and gentle is my yoke : 

The burden I impose 
Shall ease the heart which groaned before 
Beneath a load of woes. 

7 O 9 • ^«« «<'*'^ Christ. 

1 Lord Jesus, are we one with thee ? 

height, O depth of love ! 
With thee we died upon the tree ; 
In thee we live above. 

2 Such was thy grace, that for our sake • 

Thou didst from heaven come down, 
Our mortal flesh and blood partake. 
In all our misery one. 

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine. 

Were borne on earth by thee ; 
The gall, the curse, the wrath were thine 
To set thy members free. 

4 Ascended now in glory bright, 

Still one with us thou art ; 
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height. 
Thy saints and thee can part. 

5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 

When, seated on thy throne. 
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display 
That thou with us art one ! 





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," TFAew. He shall appear we shall be like JTim" 

1 Oh ! mean may seem this house of clay, 

Yet 't was the Lord's abode ; 
Our feet may mourn this thorny way, 
Yet here Immanuel trod. 

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear ; 

This watch the Lord did keep ; 
These burdens sore the Lord did bear ; 
These tears the Lord did weep I 

3 Our very frailty brings us near 

Unto the Lord of heaven; 
To every grief, to every tear, 
Such glory strange is given. 

4 But not this fleshly robe alone 

Shall link us. Lord, to thee ; 
Nor always in the tear and groan 
Shall the dear kindred be. 

5 We shall be reckoned for thine own, 

Because thy heaven we share ; 

Because we sing around thy throne, 

And thy bright raiment wear. 

'y Q Q " Who died for us that we should live with 
i UO» Him.'" 

1 Thou, to our woe who down didst come, 

Who one with us wouldst be, 

Wilt lift us to thy heavenly home, 

Wilt make us one with thee. 

2 Our earthly garments thou hast worn, 

And we thy robes shall wear ! 
Our mortal burdens thou hast borne. 
And we thy bliss may bear! 

3 Oh, mighty grace ! our life to live, 

To make our earth divine ; 
Oh, mighty grace ! thy heaven to give. 
And lift our life to thine ! 

4 Oh, strange the gifts and marvelous, 

By thee received and given ! 
Thou tookest woe and death from us, 
And we receive thy heaven I 

JL ^« " God, my exceeding Joy.'" 

1 To thee, O God, my prayer ascends, 

But not for golden stores ; 
Nor covet I the brightest gems 
That shine on eastern shores ; 

2 Nor that deluding, empty joy, 

Men call a mighty name ; 
Nor greatness, with its pride and state, 
My restless thoughts inflame ; 

3 Nor pleasure's fascinating charms 

My fond desires allure ; 
But nobler things than these from thee 
My wishes would secure. 

4 The faith and hope of things unseen 

My best affections move — 
Thy light, thy favor, and thy smiles, 
Thine everlasting love. . 

5 These are the blessings I desire : 

Lord, be these blessings mine ; 
And all the glories of the world 
I cheerfully resign. 

y ^ U • Prayer for a pv/re Heart. 

1 O Lord, our carnal mind control, 

And make us pure within ; 
Purge more and more our inmost soul 
From willful thoughts of sin. 

2 Let not the world with spot or soil 

Our secret heart defile ; 
Nor Satan round our spirit coil 
His chain of fraud and guile. 

3 Be ours the blessed lot of those. 

Who every evil flee ; 
Whose holy converse clearly shows 
Communion full with thee ; — 

4 That when thou shalt in might appear, 

We may thy grace declare, 
And thence through heaven's eternal 
Thy glorious kingdom share. 


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7%ot* /ios^ led Captivity captive.'''' 

1 The happy morn is come ; 

Triumphant o'er the grave, 
The Saviour leaves the tomb, 

Almighty now to save : 
Captivity is captive led, 
For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 

2 Who now accuseth them, 

For whom the Surety died ? 
Or who shall those condemn. 

Whom God hath justified \ 
Captivity is captive led. 
For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 

3 The ransom Christ hath paid- 

The glorious work is done ; 
On him our help is laid. 

By him our victory won : 
Captivity is captive led. 
For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 

4 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

The resurrection, thou ; 
All hail, incarnate Lord ! 

Before thy throne we bow : 
Captivity is captive led. 
For Jesus liveth, who was dead. 

Safety in trusting (rO<Z.— Psalm 125. 


1 Their hearts shall not be moved 

Who in the Lord confide. 
But, firm as Zion's hill. 

They ever shall abide : 
As mountains shield Jerusalem, 
The Lord shall be a shield to them. 

2 His blessing on them rests. 

Like freshening dew from heaven ; 

And succor from his throne 
In all their need is given : 
Omnipotence shall guard them well, 
And peace remain on Israel. 

3 One like the Son of God 
Is walking at their side, 
When by the fervid flame 
And fiery furnace tried ; 
And 't is enough that he is near, 
To strengthen them in every fear. 

The Saviour calls: Oh, hear Sis voice.''' 


1 From yon delusive scene. 

Where death and ruin smile. 
Beneath a treacherous mien. 

The sinner to beguile. 
The Saviour calls : Oh, hear his voice, 
And make his love your early choice I 

2 Down from the realms of light. 

To this dark world of woe. 
He came with speedy flight. 

Redemption to bestow : 
The Saviour calls : Oh, hear his voice, 
And make his love your only choice 1 

3 With pardon in his hands, 

And purity and joy. 
How sweet are his commands ! » 

His bliss without alloy : 
The Saviour calls : Oh, hear his voice. 
And make his love your happy choice ! 

4 Through life your guard and guide. 

In death your strength and stay, 
He '11 keep you near his side. 

Nor ever turn away : 
The Saviour calls : Oh, hear his voice. 
And make his love your lasting choice I 






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" A doAf in Thy cowfe."— Psalm 84. 

Lord of the worlds above, 
How pleasant and how fair, 

The dwellings of thy love, 
Thine earthly temples are ! 

To thine abode 
My heart aspires. 

With warm desires. 
To see my God. 

2 Oh, happy souls that pray 

Where God appoints to hear ! 
Oh, happy men that pay 
Their constant service there ! 

They praise thee still ; 
And happy they 

Who love the way 
To Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength. 
Through this dark vale of tears. 
Till each arrives at length. 
Till each in heaven appears. 

Oh, glorious seat. 
When God our King 

Shall thither bring 
Our willing feet I 

4 The Lord his people loves ; 
His hand no good withholds 
From those his heart approves, 
From pure and upright souls. 

Thrice happy he, 
God of hosts, 

Whose spirit trusts 
Alone in thee I 


, *^Glory to God— Good will to »»««."— Luke 2. 

1 Hark ! what celestial sounds, 
What music fills the air ! 
Soft warbling to the morn. 
It strikes the ravished ear : 

Now all is still ; 
Now wild it floats 

In tuneful notes. 
Loud, sweet, and shrill. 

2 Th' angelic hosts descend. 
With harmony divine ; 
See how from heaven they bend, 
And in full chorus join 

" Fear not," say they, 
" Great joy we bring : 

Jesus, your King, 
Is born to-day. 

3 " He comes, your souls to save 
From death's eternal gloom ; 
To realms of bliss and light 
He lifts you from the tomb : 

Your voices raise. 
With sons of light ; 

Your songs unite 
Of endless praise. 

4 "Glory to God on high ! 

Ye mortals, spread the sound, 
And let your raptures fly 
To earth's remotest bound : 

For peace on earth, 
From God in heaven. 

To man is given, 
At Jesus' birth.'* 




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7%<j Wa^cA. of the Shepherds.— LvLke 2. 


1 While shepherds watched their flocks 

by night, 
All seated on the ground ; 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 " Fear not," said he (for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind), 
" Glad tidings qf great joy I bring 
To you and all mankind. 

3 " To you, in David's town, this day, 

Is born of David's line. 
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, 
And this shall be the sign : 

4 " The heavenly Babe you there shall find. 

To human view displayed. 
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands. 
And in a manger laid." 

5 Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith 

Appeared a shining throng 

Of angels, praising God, and thus 

Addressed their joyful song : 

6 " All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men 
Begin, and never cease!" 

O O • ** ^'^* voice of many AngeW — Eev. 5. 

1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs 

With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues. 
But all their joys are one. 

2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, 

"To be exalted thus!" 
" Worthy the Lamb !" our lips reply, 
" For he was slain for us." 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honor and power divine ; 
And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever thine ! 

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 

And air, and earth, and seas. 
Conspire to lift thy glories high. 
And speak thine endless praise. 

5 The whole creation join in one, 

To bless the sacred name 
Of him who sits upon the throne. 
And to adore the Lamb ! 

^ Q A " Eosanna to the Son of David:'' 
fJtjyj* Matt.21: 9. 

1 HosANNA ! be our cheerful song 

To Christ our Saviour King ; 
His praise, to whom we all belong, 
Let all unite to sing. 

2 Hosanna! here in joyful bands. 

Let old and young proclaim ; 
And hail, with voices, hearts, and hands. 
The Son of David's name. 

3 Hosanna ! sound from hill to hill, 

And spread from plain to plain ; 
While louder, sweeter, clearer still, 
Woods echo to the strain. 

4 Hosanna ! on the wings of light, 

O'er earth and ocean fly. 
Till morn to eve, and noon to night, 
And heaven to earth reply. 


1 With songs and honors sounding loud. 

Address the Lord on high ; 
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, 
And waters vail the sky. 

2 He sends his showers of blessings down 

To cheer the plains below; 
He makes the grass the mountains crown, 
And corn in valleys grow. 

3 His steady counsels change the face 

Of the declining year ; 
He bids the sun cut short his race« 
And wint'ry days appear. 

7%e Seasons ordained hy Ood. 
Psalm 147. 



4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, 

Descend and clothe the ground ; 
The liquid streams forbear to flow, 
In icy fetters bound. 

5 He sends his word, and melts the snow, 

The fields no longer mourn ; 
He calls the warmer gales to blow. 
And bids the spring return. 

6 The changing wind, the flying cloud. 

Obey his mighty word ; 
With songs and honors sounding loud, 
Praise ye the sovereign Lord ! 

i \)» ^^ Coronation. 

1 All hail, the power of Jesus' name ! 

Let angels prostrate fall : 
Bring forth the royal diadem. 
And crown him Lord of all ! 

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 

Who from his altar call ; 
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod. 
And crown him Lord of all ! 

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, , 

A remnant weak and small. 
Hail him who saves you by his grace. 
And crown him Lord of all ! 

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall; 
Go, spread your trophies at his feet. 
And crown him Lord of all ! 

6 Let every kindred, every tribe. 
On this terrestrial ball. 
To him ail majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all ! 

6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng, 
We at his feet may fall! 
We '11 join the everlasting song, 
And crown him Lord of all I 

m" Let the children of Zion be joyful 
• in tJieir King."'' 

1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 

Your great Deliverer sing ; 
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound. 
Be joyful in your King. 

2 His hand divine shall lead you on 

Through all the blissful road. 
Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your smiling God. 

3 There garlands of immortal joy 

Shall bloom on every head ; 
While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows, all are fled. 

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 

Pursue his footsteps still; 
And let the prospect cheer your eye. 
While laboring up the hill. 

I A Q K " Let the wilderness and the cities lift 
X V li t/ • up their voice.'''' — Isaiah 42 : 10-12. 

1 Sing to the Lord in joyful strains ! 

Let earth his praise resound ; 
Ye, too, who on the ocean dwell, 
And fill the isles around ! 

2 O city of the Lord ! begin 

The universal song. 
And let the scattered villages 
Thy joyful notes prolong. 

3 Let Kedar's wilderness afar 

Lift up the lonely voice ; 
And let the tenants of the rock 
With accent rude rejoice. 

4 Oh, from the streams of distant lands, 

Unto Jehovah sing! 
And joyful from the mountain tops 
Shout to the Lord, the King. 

5 Let all combined, with one accord, 

Jehovah's glories raise. 
Till in remotest bounds of earth 
ITie nations sound his praise. 




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1 Great God ! to thee my evening song 

With humble gratitude I raise : 
Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
And fill my heart with lively praise. 

2 My days, unclouded as they pass. 

And every gently rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace. 
And witness to thy love and power. 

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, 

Too oft regardless of thy love, 
Ungrateful, can from thee depart. 
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 

Of Jesus ; his dear name alone 
I plead for pardon, gracious God ! 

And kind acceptance at thy throne. 
6 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close ; 

With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; 
Safe in thy care may I repose. 

And wake with praises to thy name ! 

X^ ^ -^ Symn of the Eeformation on the 
^j\JtJ, Birth of Christ. 

1 All praise to thee, eternal Lord ! 
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood ; 
Choosing a manger for thy throne. 
While worlds on worlds are thine alone. 

2 Once did the skies before thee bow ; 
A virgin's arms contain thee now : 
Angels' who did in thee rejoice 
Now listen for thine infant voice. 

3 A little child, thou art our guest. 
That weary ones in thee may rest ; 
Forlorn and lowly is thy birth. 

That we may rise to heaven from earth. 

4 Thou comest in the darksome night 
To make us children of the light, — 
To make us, in the realms divine. 

Like thine own angels round thee shine. 

5 All this for us thy love hath done ; 
By this to thee our love is won : 
For this we tune our cheerful lays, 
And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise. 

^ Q ^ " behold how Be loved him P 
AjOO, John 11: 36. 

1 " See how he loved !" exclaimed the Jews, 

As tender tears from Jesus fell ; 
My grateful heart the thought pursues, 
And on the theme delights to dwell. 

2 See how he loved, who traveled on, 

Teaching the doctrine from the skies ! 
Who bade disease and pain begone, 
And called the sleeping dead to rise. 

3 See how he loved, who never shrank 

From toil or danger, pain or death ! 
Who all the cup of sorrow drank, 
And meekly yielded up his breath. 

4 Such love can we, unmoved, survey ? 

Oh, may our breasts with ardor glow, 
To tread his steps, his laws obey. 
And thus our warm aff'ections show ! 

Q^Q, Invitations of Christ. 

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 

From lips of gentleness and grace. 
When listening thousands gathered 
And joy and reverence filled the place ! 

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he 

To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
Unvailing an immortal day. 

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; 

Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;" 
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 






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4:0, -^^i ancient Psalm of the Morning. 

1 O Christ ! with each returning morn 
Thine image to our heart be borne ; 
And may we ever clearly see 

Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee ! 

2 All hallowed be our walk this day ; 
May meekness form our early ray. 
And faithful love our noontide light, 
And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 

3 May grace each idle thought control. 
And sanctify our wayward soul ; 
May guile depart, and malice cease, 
And all within be joy and peace. 

4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless ; 
Make plain the way of holiness : 
From sudden falls our feet defend. 
And cheer at last our journey's end. 

^QQ, An ancient Hymn to the Bedeemer, 

1 Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! 
Saviour of all who trust thy word ! 
To them who seek thee ever near, 
Now to our praises bend thine ear. 

2 In thy dear cross a grace is found — 

It flows from every streaming wound — 
Whose power our inbred sin controls. 
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls ! 

3 Thou didst create the stars of night ; 
Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy light — 
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear, — 
A mortal's painful lot to bear. 

4 When thou didst hang upon the tree. 
The quaking earth acknowledged thee ; 
When thou didst there yield up thy 

The world grew dark as shades of death. 

5 Now in the Father's glory high. 
Great Conqu'ror, never more to die. 
Us by thy mighty power defend. 
And reign through ages without end ! 

Pra/yer of the penitent Thief 


1 Thou that didst hang upon the tree. 

Our curse and sufferings to remove. 
Pity the souls that look to thee, 
And save us by thy dying love. 

2 Canst thou reject our dying prayer, 

Or cast us out who come to thee ? 
Our sins, ah ! wherefore didst thou bear? 
Jesus, remember Calvary ! 

3 For us wast thou not lifted up ? 

For us a bleeding victim made. 
That we, vile sinners, we might hope 
Thou hast for all a ransom paid ? 

4 Oh, might we, with believing eyes. 

Thee in thy bloody vesture see ! 
And cast us on thy sacrifice : 
Jesus, my Lord, remember me ! 

y Q ^ , " I>e,ar Lord, to Thee I would return^ 

1 Ah ! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart, 
That can from Jesus thus depart ; 
Thus fond of trifles, vainly rove, 
Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 

2 Dear Lord ! to thee I would return, 
And at thy feet repenting mourn : 
There let me view thy pardoning love, 
And never from thy sight remove. 

3 Oh, let thy love, with sweet control. 
Bind every passion of my soul, — 
Bid every vain desire depart. 

And dwell for ever in my heart I 



WAYNE. CM. Double. 

7%» Love of the Father 

1 Come, happy souls, approach your God 

With new, melodious songs ; 
Come, render to almighty Grace ^ 

The tribute of your tongues. 

2 So strange, so boundless was the love 

That pitied dying men. 
The Father sent his equal Son 
To give them life again. 

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed 

With a revenging rod ; 
No hard commission to perform 
The vengeance of a God. 

4 But all was mercy, all was mild. 

And wrath forsook the throne. 
When Christ on the kind errand came, 

And brought salvation down. 
6 Here, sinn ers, come and heal your wounds ; 

Come, wipe your sorrows dry : 
Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name, 

And you shall never die. 
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 

Accept thine offered grace ; 
We bless the great Redeemer's love, 

And give the Father praise. 


The Name of Jesus. 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 

And drives away his fear. 
It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

And calms the troubled breast ; . 
*T is manna to the hungry soul, 

And to the weary, rest. 
By thee, my prayers acceptance gain, 

Although with sin defiled : 
Satan accuses me in vain. 

And I am owned a child. 
Jesus ! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 

My Prophet, Priest, and King ; 

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

5 Weak is the effort of my heart. 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
I '11 praise thee as I ought. 

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim, 

With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 


'^ Sweet fields, heyond the swelKng 

1 There is a land of pure delight. 

Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-withering flowers : 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, 

Stand dressed in living green ; 
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
While Jordan rolled between. 

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, 

To cross this narrow sea ; 
And linger, shivering, on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love 
, With unbeclouded eyes ! — 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood. 

And view the landscape o'er. 
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood 
Should fright us from the shore. 

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The mighty works, or mightier name, 
Of our eternal King. 

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 

And sound his power abroad ; 
Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
And the performing God. 

3 His very word of grace is strong, 

As that which built the skies ; 
The voice that rolls the stars along 
Speaks all the promises. 

4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue 

But whisper, " Thou art mine !" 
Those gentle words should raise my song 
To notes almost divine. 

XoO« -^ 8ong to creating Wisdom. 

1 Eternal Wisdom ! thee we praise ; 

Thee the creation sings : 
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, 
And heaven's high palace rings. 

2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky ! 

How glorious to behold ! 

» Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, 
And starred with sparkling gold. 

3 Infinite strength, and equal skill. 

Shine through the worlds abroad, 
Our souls with vast amazement fill, 
And speak the builder, God. 

4 But still the wonders of thy grace 

Our softer passions move ; 
Pity divine in Jesus' face 
We see, adore, and love. 

Zii^, Oliject of Chrisfa Ad/oent.—L\xke 2. 

1 Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes. 

The Saviour promised long ; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 He comes, the prisoner to release, 

In Satan's bondage held ; 


The gates of brass before him burst. 
The iron fetters yield. 

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray, 
And on the eyes long closed in night 
To pour celestial day. 

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And, with the treasures of his grace. 
Enrich the humble poor. 

5 Our glad hosannas. Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim, 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

U t/ • ^« Throne of Love. 

1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 

Up to the courts above. 
And smile to see our Father there. 
Upon a throne of love. 

2 Come, let us bow before his feet, 

And venture near the Lord : 
No fiery cherubs guard his seat. 
Nor double-flaming sword. 

3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss 

Are opened by the Son ; 
High let us raise our notes of praise. 
And reach th' almighty Throne. 

4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring. 

Great Advocate on high ; 
And glory to th' eternal King, 
Who lays his anger by. 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored. 
Where there are works to make him 

Or saints to love the Lord. 



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Praise to Christ in View of the Fullnesa of 
his Glory. 

1 Jesus, the Christ of God, 

The Father's blessed Son ! 
The Father's bosom thine abode, 
The Father's love thine own. 

2 Jesus, the Lamb of God, 

Who, ns from hell to raise, 

Hast shed thy reconciling blood, 

We give thee endless praise. 

3 God, and yet Man, thou art ; 

True God, true Man art thou : 
Of man and of man's earth a part, 
One with us thou art now. 

4 Great Sacrifice for sin. 

Giver of life for life ; 
Restorer of the peace within, 
True Ender of the strife. 

5 To thee, the Christ of God, 

Thy saints exulting sing — 
The bearer of our heavy load, 
Our own anointed King. 


Asky cmd ye shall r«c«i»«." 
Matt. 7 : T. 

1 " Ask, and ye shall receive," — 

On this my hope I build ; 
I ask forgiveness, and believe 
My prayer shall be fulfilled. 

2 Seek, and expect to find : 

Wounded to death in soul, 

I seek the Saviour of mankind, 

For he can make me whole. 

3 Knock, and with patience wait, 

By faith free entrance gain : 
I stand, and knock at mercy's gate 
Till I thy grace obtain. 

Shall I then ask in vain ; 

Seek, and not find the Lord ? 
Knock, and yet no admittance gain, 

And doubt thy holy word ? 

No, Lord, thou 'It ne'er deceive ; 

Thy promises are sure : 
In thy good time I shall receive ; — 

What can I ask for more ? 


'■'■The Spirit and the Bride say. Come.'" 
Kev. 22: IT. 

1 The Spirit, in our hearts. 

Is whispering, " Sinner, come ;" 
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims 
To all his children, " Come !" 

2 Let him that heareth say 

To all about him, " Come ;" 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the Fountain, come ! 

3 Yes, whosoever will. 

Oh, let him freely come, 
And freely drink the stream of life ; 
'T is Jesus bids him come. 

4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites. 

Declares, " I quickly come ;" 
Lord, even so ; we wait thine hour ; 
O blest Redeemer, come ! 

" Wait on the Lord." — Psalm 27. 


1 Come, ye with sin distressed, 

And wait upon the Lord : 
He will bestow the promised rest, 
And timely aid afford. 

2 What though he hide his face, 

And should awhile delay ; 
He '11 grant you fresh supplies of grace 
For every trying day. 






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3 His wisdom, love, and power 

Are all engaged for you, 
And in affliction's fiery hour 
Will bring you safely through. 

4 He knows your every pain ; 

He counts your every tear ; 
And, while your mourning souls complain, 
He lends a pitying ear. 

5 Then wait his gracious will 

In persevering prayer ; 
His own blest word will he fulfill, 
And m^ke your souls his care. 


Give thy Heart, 

Give to the Lord thine heart ; 

In him all pleasures meet : 
Oh, come and choose the better part. 

Low at the Saviour's feet. 

2 Hear, and your soul shall live ; 

His peace shall be your stay — 
Peace, which the world can never give, 
Can never take away. 

3 Go with him to his cross, 

Go with hira to his tomb ; 
Your richest gain account but loss, 
And tarry till he come. 

4 Then, when you hear his voice, 

Your faithful Shepherd's call. 
Lift up your heads, in him rejoice. 
Your God, your Guide, your All ! 


The Father and the Son, 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 


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Then let it be our joy to know 

This way of peace and love. 
5 To us thy cross is life and health, 

Though shame and death to thee ; 
On earth, it is our joy and wealth, 

In heaven, our crown shall be. 

QO I • CJirist our onl/y Joy. 

1 Jesus ! the very thought of thee 

With gladness fills my breast ; 
But dearer far thy face to see. 
And in thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

Nor can the memory find 
A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
O Saviour of mankind ! 

3 O Hope of every contrite heart, 

O Joy of all the meek ! 
To those who fall, how kind thou art, 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 And those who find thee, find a bliss 

Nor tongue nor pen can show : 
The love of Jesus — what it is. 
None but his loved ones know, 

5 Jesus, our only joy be thou ! ^ 

As thou our prize wilt be ; ^ 

Jesus, be thou our glory now, 
And through eternity I 

y I • Sympathy wit/i C7irist. 

1 How wondrous was the burning zeal 

Which filled the Master's breast, 
When, all his sufi'erings full in view, 
To Salem's towers he pressed ! 

2 Dear Lord ! no tonj^ue can duly tell 

Thy love's prevailing might ; 
No thought can comprehend its length, 
And breadth, and depth, and height ! 

Q A ^ " The Lord hath laid 07i Him the iniquity 

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1 O Christ, our ever blessed Lord, 

For man's transgression slain, 
We thy redeeming love record 
In songs of thankful strain. 

2 We upward lift our longing eyes, 

And muse on Calvary ; 
On thy mysterious sacrifice. 

Thy shame and agony. 
8 We all like erring sheep had strayed 

From God the Father's care ; 
The guilt of all on thee was laid, 

Our burden thou didst bear. 

4 O Christ, be thou our present joy. 

Our future great reward ; 
Our only glory may it be, 
To glory in the Lord ! 

5 Oh may we through thy cross and pain, 

With all who thee adore, 
A blessed resurrection gain. 
And life for evermore ! 


1 Jesus, our Head, once crowned with 

Is crowned with glory now ; 
Heaven's royal diadem adorns 
The mighty Victor's brow. 

2 Delight of all who dwell above, 

The joy of saints below ; 
To us still manifest thy love, 
That we its depths may know. 

3 To us thy cross, with all its shame. 

With all its grace be given ; 
Though earth disowns thy lowly name. 
All worship it in heaven. 

4 Who suffer with thee, Lord, below. 

Will reign with thee above ; 

"Tr« shall also reign toith Sim."*' 
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Yet grant that we may follow thee 

Through all thine hours of scorn ; 
And learn with thee to watch and pray, 

With thee to weep and mourn. 
And still, O blessed Jesus Christ ! 

The more thy cross we see. 
The more may each exclaim with joy, 

The Saviour died for me ! 

To Thee my inmost spirit cries.''^ 


1 O Jesus ! thou the beauty art 

Of angel-worlds above ; 
Thy name is music to the heart, 
Enchanting it with love. 

2 O Jesus, Saviour ! hear the sighs 

Which unto thee I send ; 

To thee my inmost spirit cries, 

My being's hope and end. 

3 Stay with us, Lord, and with thy light 

Illume the soul's abyss ; 
Scatter the darkness of our night. 
And fill the world with bliss. 

4 O Jesus, King of earth and heaven. 

Our life and joy ! to thee 
Be honor, thanks, and blessings given 
Through all eternity ! 

4 y X • " 'J^oint heirs with CTiritt.''^ 

1 Blessed be God ! for ever blest. 

And glorious be his name ! 
His Son he gave our souls to save 
From everlasting shame. 

2 Th* eternal Life his life laid down — 

Such was the wondrous plan — 
And Christ, the Son of God, was made 
A curse for cursed man ! 

3 Our flesh he took, our sins he bore, 

Himself for us he gave ; 

His cross was ours, and we with him 
Were buried in one grave. 

4 With him we rose, with him we live, 

AVith him we sit above ; 
With him for ever we shall share 
The Father's boundless love. 

5 Bless, then, Jehovah's blessed name ; 

And bless our blessed King ! 
And songs of glad deliverance 
For ever, ever sing ! 

Q A Q ■^**' ancient Hymn on Christ as our 
OVV • Model. 

1 O Jesus ! King most wonderful. 

Thou Conqueror renowned ; 

Thou sweetness most ineffable. 

In whom all joys are found ! 

2 When once thou visitest the heart, 

Then truth begins to shine. 
Then earthly vanities depart, 
Then kindles love divine. 

3 O Jesus, Light of all below ! 

Thou Fount of life and fire ! 
Surpassing all the joys we know, 
All that we can desire, — 

4 May every heart confess thy name, 

And ever thee adore; 
And, seeking thee, itself inflame 
To seek thee more and more. 

5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless ; 

Thee may we love alone ; 

And ever in our life express 

The image of thine own. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God, whom we adore. 

Be glory as it was, is now. 
And shall be evermore 1 


WHYTE. L. M. Double. 






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1 When marshaled on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky, 
One star alone, of all the train, 

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 

2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks. 
From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone, the Saviour, speaks : 

It is the Star of Bethlehem. 

3 Once on the raging seas I rode : 

The storm was loud, the night was 

The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
The wind that tossed my foundering 


4 Deep horror then my vitals froze ; 
Death-struck I ceased the tide to stem ; 
When suddenly a star arose ! 

It was the Star of Bethlehem. 

5 It was my guide, my light, my all ; 
It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
And thro' the storm, and danger's thrall. 
It led me to the port of peace. 

6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
I '11 sing, first in night's diadem. 
For ever and for evermore, 

The Star—the Star of Bethlehem ! 

4: X • " -^^ loving ■Mndm^s.'" 

1 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays. 

And sing tJie great Redeemer's praise ; 
He justly claims a song from me : 
His loving-kindness, oh, how free ! 

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 

Yet loved me, notwithstanding all ; 
He saved me from my lost estate : 
His loving-kindness, oh, how great ! 

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes. 
Though earth and hell my way oppose. 
He safely leads my soul along : 

His loving-kindness, oh, how strong ! 

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gathered thick and thundered loud. 
He near my soul hath always stood : 
His loving-kindness, oh, how good ! 

5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail 
Oh, may my last expiring breath 
His loving-kindness sing in death ! 

6 Then let me mount and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day ; 
And sing, with rapture and surprise, 
His loving-kindness in the skies ! 








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An ancient Hymn to the Jtedeemer. 


1 Thou art the everlasting Son, 

O Christ ! and, high upon thy throne. 
Thou art at the right hand of God, 
And hast redeemed us by thy blood ; 
And heaven and earth are full of thee, — 
The glory of thy Majesty ! 

2 When all the sharpness of our death 
Was overcome in thy last breath, 
Then didst thou open wide heaven's door 
To all believers evermore : 

O Lamb of God ! and thou wilt come, 
To be our Judge, and take us home. 

3 In thee we trust : we pray thee. Lord, 
Remember thy most precious blood ! 
In -honor may we numbered be 
With all the noble company, 

Who bow before thy mercy-seat. 
And cast their treasures at thy feet. 

^ Q X • " ^* walk by faith, not T>y sights 

1 We did not see thee lifted high, 
When men thy sacred body slew, 
Nor hear thy meek, imploring cry : 
"Forgive, they know not what they do!" 
Yet we believe the deed was done, 
Which shook the earth and vailed the sun. 

2 We stood not by the empty tomb 
Where, Lord, thy sacred body lay, 
Nor sat within that upper room, 
Nor met thee in the open way ; 
But we believe that angels said, 

" Why seek the living with the dead ?" 

3 We did not mark the chosen few. 
When thou didst through the clouds 

First lift to heaven their wondering view. 
Then to the earth all prostrate bend : 
Yet we believe that mortal eyes 
Beheld that journey to the skies. 

4 And now that thou dost reign on high, 
And thence thy waiting people bless ; 
No ray of glory from the sky 
Doth shine upon our wilderness ; 
But we believe thy faithful word. 
And trust in our redeeming Lord, 

4:0 I • -^^ ancient Hymn to the Trinity. 

1 Let glory be to God on high : 
Peace be on earth as in the sky ; 
Good will to men ! We bow the knee, 
We praisp, we bless, we worship thee ; 
We give thee thanks, thy name we sing. 
Almighty Father ! Heavenly King ! 

2 O Lord, the sole begotten Son, 

Who bore the crimes which we had done ; 
Son of the Father, who wast slain 
To take away the sins of men ; 
O Lamb of God, whose blood was spilt 
For all the world, and all its guilt ; — 

3 Have mercy on us, through thy blood ; 
Receive our prayer, Lamb of God 1 
For thou art holy ; thou alone, 

At God's right hand, upon his throne, 

In all his glory, art adored. 

With thee, O Holy Ghost, One Lord. 

X -L • " Come unto Me, all ye that labor ^ 

1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive 

Hath taught each scene the notes of woe ; 
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan. 
And let thy tears forget to flow : 
Behold, the precious balm is found. 
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed ; 
On Jesus cast thy weighty load ; 

In him thy refuge find, thy rest. 
Safe in the mercy of thy God : 
Thy God 's thy Saviour — glorious word ! 
Oh, hear, believe, and bless the Lord ! 







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That we may be where now thou art, 
And look upon thy face. 

3 And ever on thine earthly path 

A gleam of glory lies ; 
A light still breaks behind the cloud 
That vails thee from our eyes. 

4 Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, 

And let thy grace be given, 
That, while we linger yet below, 
Our hearts may be in heaven ; — 

5 That, where thou art at God's right hand, 

Our hope, our love may be : 
Dwell in us now, that we may dwell 
For evermore in thee. 

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1 Amid the splendors of thy state, 

O God ! thy love appears. 
Soft as the radiance of the moon 
Among a thousand stars. 

2 In all thy doctrines and commands. 

Thy counsels and designs. 
In every work thy hands have framed. 
Thy love supremely shines. 

3 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire. 

Thunders thine awful name ! 
But Zion sings, in melting notes. 
The honors of the Lamb. 

4 Angels and men, the news proclaim 

Through earth and heaven above ; 
And all, with holy transport, sing 
That God the Lord is love. 


1 Worlds can not reach the mighty price 

Of one immortal soul : 
No : Lord ! thy blood and sacrifice 
Alone can make us whole. 

2 In thee be our salvation sure ; 

No other wealth we seek : 
We 're rich in thee, however poor, 
And strong, however weak. 

eJ U • ^I go to prepare a place for you.^^ 

1 Th' eternal gates lift up their heads, 

The doors are opened wide ; 
The King of glory is gone up 
Unto his Father's side. 

2 Thou art gone in before us. Lord, 

Thou hast prepared a place, 

The redemption of their soul is precious^'' 
Psalm 49. 

Why Seek ye the Uving among the dead f " 

366. " 

1 Why search ye in the narrow tomb 

For him who lives on high ? 
Heaven spreads her gates to make him 
room : 
His glory fills the sky. 

2 Lift up your hearts, and stretch your eyes; 

The Saviour is not here : 
Behold the Conqueror arise. 
To grace a brighter sphere. 

3 Angels with loud, exulting songs, 

Welcome their Lord again : 
To us the victory belongs ; 
For us the Lamb was slain. 

4 And shall we. Lord, ascend with thee, 

And see thee as thou art, 
From death's terrific power made free, 
And saved from Satan's dart ? 

5 Saviour, since thou art gone before, 

Oh, grant that we may go 
Where sin's dark empire is no more, 
And death a vanquished foe ! 



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V ^ /t " Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ" 
i 0'±, ICor 15: 55. 

1 Oh for an overcoming faith 

To cheer my dying hours ! 
To triumph o'er the monster, death, 
And all his frightful powers. 

2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 

My quivering lips should sing, 
" Where is thy boasted victory, grave ? 
And where the monster's sting ?" 

3 If sin be pardoned, I 'm secure ; 

Death hath no sting beside : 
The law gives sin its damning power, 
But Christ, my ransom, died. 

4 Now to the God of victory 

Immortal thanks be paid. 
Who makes us conquerors while we die. 
Through Christ, our living Head ! 

1 C\^ ^ Da'oid's Prayer at the Removal of the 
L\J k O* Ark.—^&aXm 132. 

1 Arise ! O King of grace, arise ! 

And enter to thy rest ; 
Lo ! thy church waits with longing eyes, 
Thus to be owned and blest. 

2 Enter with all thy glorious train. 

Thy Spirit and thy word ; 
All that the ark did once contain 
Could no such grace afford. 

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; 

Here let thy praise be spread ; 

Bless the provisions of thy house. 

And fill thy poor with bread. 

4 Here let the Son of David reign ; 

Let God's Anointed shine ; 
Justice and truth his court maintain, 
Witii love and power divine. 
6 Here let him hold a lasting throne, 
And, as his kingdom grows. 

Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, 
And shame confound his foes. 

'■'■ Sayings of old."" — Psalm 78- 


1 Let children hear the mighty deeds. 

Which God performed of old, — 
Which in our younger years we saw. 
And which our fathers told. 

2 He bids us make his glories known, 

His works of power and grace ; 
And we '11 convey his wonders down 
Through every lising race. 

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, 

And they, again to theirs. 
That generations yet unborn 
May teach them to their heirs. 

4 Thus they shall learn, in God alone 

Their hope securely stands, 
That they may ne'er forget his works, 
But practice his commands. 

"I "I K A " Thou crownest the year with Thy 
JL X t/ 1/ • goodness.'" — Psalm 65. 

1 'T IS by thy strength the mountains stand 

God of eternal power ! 
The sea grows calm at thy command. 
And tempests cease to roar. 

2 Tliy morning light and evening shade 

Successive comforts bring ; 
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad ; 
Thy flowers adorn the spring. 

3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, 

Heaven, earth, and air are thine ; 
When clouds distill in fruitful showers, 
The author is divine ! 

4 Thy showers the thirsty furrows fill ; 

And ranks of corn appear ; 
Thy ways abound with blessings still — 
Thy goodness crowns the year. 


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Ms mercy endureth for et'er.'"— Psalm 186. 

1 Let us, with a gladsome mind, 
Praise the Lord, for he is kind : 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 He, with all-commanding might. 
Filled the new-made world with light : 
For his mercies shall endure, 

Ever faithful, ever sure. 

3 All things living he doth feed ; 
His full hand supplies their need : 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

4 He his chosen race did bless, 
In the wasteful wilderness : 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

5 He hath, with a piteous eye, 
Looked upon our misery : 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

6 Let us, then, with gladsome mind, 
Praise the Lord, for he is kind : 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

God's Deliverances of his People. 
Psalm lO'T. 

Z O 1 • " '^""""^ Psalm "lOT. """ " ""^'"" 

1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name ; 

For his mercies, firm and sure. 
From eternity the same. 
To eternity endure. 

2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice. 

Gathered out of every land ; 
As the people of his choice. 

Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 

3 In the wilderness astray. 

Hither, thither, while they roam, 
Hungry, fainting by the way, 

Far from refuge, shelter, home ; — 

4 Then unto the Lord they cry ; 

He inclines a gracious ear. 
Sends deliverance from on high, 
Rescues them from all their fear. 

5 To a pleasant land he brings. 

Where the vine and olive grow ; 

Where, from flowery hills, the springs 

Through luxuriant valleys flow. 

6 Oh that men would praise the Lord, 

For his goodness to their race ; 
For the wonders of his word. 
And the riches of his grace! 

O^ Jj, The Song of Jubilee. 

1 Hark ! the song of jubilee ; 

Loud as mighty thunders roar. 
Or the fullness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore. 

2 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 

God omnipotent shall reign : 
Hallelujah ! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

3 Hallelujah ! — hark ! the sound, 

From the depths unto the skies, 
Wakes above, beneath, around, 
All creation's harmonies. 

4 See Jehovah's banner furled ; 

Sheathed his sword : he speaks — ^'tis 
And the kingdoms of the world 
Are the kingdoms of his Son. 




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6 He shall reign from pole to pole, 
With supteme, unbounded sway ; 
He shall reign when, like a scroll, 
Yonder heavens have passed away. 

6 Then the end ; — beneath his rod 
Man's last enemy shall fall : 
Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
God in Christ is all in all ! 

354. " Christ, the first-frviur 

1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day ! 
Sons of men and angels say : 
Raise your joys and triumphs high ; 
Sing, ye heavens ! and earth, reply ! 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won : 
Lo ! our sun's eclipse is o'er ; 
Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal — 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rise, 
Christ hath opened paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious King ! 
Where, O Death, is now thy sting ? 
Once he died, our souls to save : 
Where 's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave ? 

Soar we now where Christ hath led, 
Following our exalted Head : 
Made like him, like him we rise. 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies ! 

1 1 /i_0 '^ Lord, Thryti ha/tt been favorable unto 
AJ-tii/. Tky land:' 

1 Praise to God, immortal praise. 
For the love that crowns our days I 
Bounteous source of every joy. 
Let thy praise our tongues employ I 

2 For the blessings of the field. 
For the stores the gardens yield, 
For the joy which harvests bring, 
Grateful praises now we sing. 

3 Clouds that drop refreshing dews ; 
Suns that genial heat diffuse ; 
Flocks that whiten all the plain ; 
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; 

4 All that Spring, with bounteous hand, 
Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 

All that liberal Autumn pours 
From her overflowing stores ; 

5 These, great God, to thee we owe. 
Source whence all our blessings flow ; 
And, for these, our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows, and solemn praise. 

"I O /^ Q " ^^ Lord Jesus shall he revealed 
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1 Hark ! that shout of rapturous joy, 

Bursting forth from yonder cloud ! 
Jesus comes, and through the sky 
Angels tell their joy aloud ! 

2 Hark ! the trumpet's awful voice 

Sounds abroad, through sea and land ; 
Let his people now rejoice ! 
Their redemption is at hand. 

3 See ! the Lord appears in view ; 

Heaven and earth before him fly I 
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you — 
Rise to meet him in the sky. 

4 Go, and dwell with him above. 

Where no foe can e'er molest; 
Happy in the Saviour's love ! 
Ever blessing, ever blest. 


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^ y , Looking into the Sepulcher. 

1 Ye humble souls that seek the Lord, 

Chase all your fears away ; 
And bow, with pleasure, down to see 
The place where Jesus lay. 

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought — 

Such woriders love can do — 
Thus cold in death that bosom lay, 
Which throbbed and bled for you. 

3 A moment now indulge your grief: 

Let grateful sorrows rise ; 
And wash the crimson stains away 
With torrents from your eyes. 

4 Then raise your eyes, and tune your songs, 

The Saviour lives again ! 
Not all the bolts and bars of death 
The Conqueror could detain. 

5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears 

His once dishonored head ; 
And through unnumbered years he reigns. 
Who dwelt among the dead. 

6 With joy like his, shall every saint 

His empty tomb survey ; 
Then rise with his ascending Lord, 
Through all his shining way. 

Q J[ \J , *' Thou Son of David, fume mercy on me."" 

1 Jesus, and didst thou condescend, 

When vailed in human clay. 
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind, 
And drive disease away ? 

2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry, 

And give the blind to see? 
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear — 
Have mercy, too, on me ! 

3 And didst thou pity mortal woe. 

And sight and health restore ? 

Then pity. Lord ! and save my soul, 
Which needs thy mercy more. 

Didst thou regard thy servant's cry, 
When sinking in the wave ? 

I perish, Lord ! oh, save my soul ! 
For thou alone canst save. 

"/ know the Lord can save.'^ 


1 Affliction is a stormy deep, 

Where wave resounds to wave ; 
Though o'er my head the billows roll, 
I know the Lord can save. 

2 The hand that now withholds my joys 

Can soon restore my peace ; 
And he who bade the tempest rise 
Can bid that tempest cease. 

3 In darkest scenes when sorrows rose 

And pressed on every side. 
The Lord has still sustained my steps, 
And still has been my guide. 

4 Here will! rest, and build my hope, 

Nor murmur at his rod ; 
He 's more than all the world to me — 
My Health, my Life, my God ! 

7 . 'Self lost in ChHst. 

1 My God, my God ! to thee I cry ; 

Thee only would I know : 
Thy purifying blood apply. 
And wash me white as snow. 

2 But art thou not already mine ? 

Answer, if mine thou art ! 
Whisper within, thou Love Divine, 
And cheer my drooping heart. 

3 Oh ! could I lose myself in thee. 

Thy depth of mercy prove. 
Thou vast, unfathomable sea 
Of unexhausted love ! 




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4 My humbled soul, when thou art near, 

In dust and ashes lies ! 
How shall a sinful worm appear, 
Or meet thy purer eyes ! 

5 I loathe myself when God I see. 

And into nothing fall ; 
Content if thou exalted be, 
And Christ be All in All ! 

I (3 X • ^^^ forsdk&n, 

1 And wilt thou now forsake me, Lord ? 

I feel it can not be ; 
No earthly tongue can ever tell 
What thou hast been to me. 

2 Through all the changing scenes of life 

Thy love hath sheltered me ; 
And wilt thou now forget thy child ? 
I feel it can not be. 

3 Thy love hath been my heritage 

Through many a weary year ; 
I Ve trusted in thy promises, 
And thou hast dried each tear. 

4 In life or death, I take my stand 

Where I have ever stood, 
Beneath the shelter of thy cross. 
And trusting in thy blood. 

And then, when youth and health and 

And energy have fled. 
The shades of evening peacefully 

Shall close around my head. 

6 And when in all the helplessness 
Of death I turn to thee. 

Thou wilt not then forsake me. Lord ! 
I feel it can not be, 

' 4: 4 • ^liia good for me that Iha/ve he&n afflicted.^ 

fl I CAN not call affliction sweet. 
And yet 't was good to bear : 


Affliction brought me to thy feet, 
And I found comfort there. 

2 My weaned soul was all resigned 

To thy most gracious will ; 
Oh, had I kept that better mind, 
Or been afflicted still ! 

3 Where are the vows which then I vowed. 

The joys which then I knew ? 
Those vanished like the morning cloud, 
These like the early dew. 

4 Lord, grant me grace for every day, 

Whate'er my state may be. 
Through life, in death, with truth to say, 
My God is all to me ! 

1 1 ^ Q "That I may know how frail J am."" 
±±U«J. Psalm 89. 

1 Teach me the measure of my days. 

Thou Maker of my frame ; 
I would survey life's narrow space, 
And learn how frail I am. 

2 A span is all that we can boast, 

An inch or two of time ! 
Man is but vanity and dust. 
In all his flower and prime. 

3 What should I wish, or wait for, then. 

From creatures, earth and dust ? 
They make our expectations vain, 
And disappoint our trust. 

4 Now I forbid my carnal hope. 

My fond desire recall : 
I give my mortal interest up. 
And make my God my all. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore. 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

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1 My Maker and my King ! 

To thee my all I owe ; 
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring, 
Whence all my blessings flow. 

2 The creature of thy hand, 

On thee alone I live ; 
My God ! thy benefits demand 
More praise than I can give. 

3 Lord, what can I impart, 

When all is thine before ; 
Thy love demands a thankful heart ; 
The gift, alas, how poor ! 

4 Shall I withhold thy due ? 

And shall my passions rove ? 
Lord form this wretched heart anew. 
And fill it with thy love. 

^«7t/. The Sacrifice. 

1 Not all the blood of beasts, 

On Jewish altars slain. 
Could give the guilty conscience peace. 
Or wash away the stain. 

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, 

Takes all our sins away — 
A sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood than they. 

3 My faith would lay her hand 

On that dear head of thine, 
While like a penitent I stand, 
And there confess my sin. 

4 My soul looks back to see 

The burdens thou didst bear 
When hanging on the cursed tree, 
And hopes her guilt was there. 

5 Believing, we rejoice 

To see the curse remove ; 
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing his bleeding love. 

/? Q A " Whom hating not seen ye love.'" 

\JV\J. 1 Peter 1:8. 

1 Not with our mortal eyes 

Have we beheld the Lord ; 

Yet we rejoice to hear his name, 

And love him in his word. 

2 On earth we want the sight 

Of our Redeemer's face ; 
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
To dwell upon thy grace. 

3 And when we taste thy love, 

Our joys divinely grow 
Unspeakable, like those above. 
And heaven begins below. 

Q Q ^ , Boldness in Prayer. 

1 Behold the throne of grace : 

The promise calls me near; 

There Jesus shows a smiling face. 

And waits to answer prayer. 

2 That rich atoning blood, 

Which sprinkled round I see, 
Provides for those who come to God 
An all-prevailing plea. 

3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt ; 

Thou canst not be too bold : 
Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
What else can he withhold ? 

4 Thine image. Lord, bestow. 

Thy presence and thy love ; 
I ask to serve thee here below, 
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Conform my will to thine ; 
Let me victorious be in death, 

And then in glory shine. 

jLjmiJjfy* " ^^ former things are passed a/voa/y.''^ 

The people of the Lord 

Are on their way to heaven ; 

There they obtain their great reward, 
The prize will there be given. 

2 'T is conflict here below ; 

'T is triumph there, and peace : 
On earth we wrestle with the foe ; 
In heaven our conflicts cease. 

3 'T is gloom and darkness here ; 

'T is light and joy above : 

There all is pure, and all is clear ; 
There all is peace and love. 

4 There rest shall follow toil. 

And ease succeed to care : 
The victors there divide the spoil ; 
They sing and triumph there. 

5 Then, let us joyful sing ! 

The conflict is not long : 
We hope in heaven to praise our King 
In one eternal song. 


The Father and the Son, 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 


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.1 John 4: 19. 

^79. Miracles of Christ. 

1 Oh, where is he that trod the sea? 

Oh, where is he that spake, 
And lepers from their pains are free, 

And slaves their fetters break ? 
The lame and palsied freely rise, 

With joy the dumb do sing ; 
And, on the darkened, blinded eyes, 

Glad beams of morning spring ! 

2 Oh, where is he that trod the sea ? 

Oh, where is he that spake. 
And demons from their victims flee, 

The dead from slumber wake ? 
Here, here art thou, almighty Lord ! 

Oh, speak to us once more, 
And let thy healing, quickening word, 

Our ruined souls restore ! 


1 We love thee, Lord, because when we 

Had erred and gone astray, 
Thou didst recall our wandering souls 

Into the homeward way ; 
When helpless, homeless, we were lost 

In sin and sorrow's night. 
Thou didst send forth a guiding ray 

Of thy benignant light ; — 

2 Because, when we forsook thy ways, 

Nor kept thy holy will. 
Thou wert not the avenging Judge, 

But gracious Father still ; — 
Because, though we Ve forgot thee, Lord, 

Thou hast not us forgot, — 
Though we have oft forsaken thee. 

Yet thou forsakest not ; — 

3 Because, O Lord, thou lovedst us 

With everlasting love ; 
Becaase thou gav'st thy Son to die, 
That we might live above ; 

Because, when we were heirs of wrath, 
Thou gav'st the hopes of heaven : 

We love because we much have sinned. 
And much have been forgiven. 


Commtmion with God in BeUrement, 

1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 

From strife and tumult far ; 
From scenes where Satan wages still 
His most successful war. 

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade. 

With prayer and praise agree ; 
And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
For those who follow thee. 

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, 

And grace her mean abode, 
Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, 
She; communes with her God ! 

4 There, like the nightingale she pours 

Her solitary lays ; 
Nor asks a witness of her song, 
Nor thirsts for human praise. 

5 Author and Guardian of my life ! 

Sweet Source of light divine. 
And — all harmonious names in one — 
My Saviour ! — thou art mine ! 

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love — 

A boundless, endless store — 
Shall echo through the realms above, 
When time shall be no more. 

'jBTe hath put a new song in my mouthJ^ 
Psalm 40. 


I WAITED patient for the Lord : 
He bowed to hear my cry ; 

He saw me resting on his word, 
And brought salvation nigh. 

He raised me from a horrid pit, 
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And from my bonds released my feet — 
Deep bonds of miry clay. 

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 

And taught my cheerful tongue 
To praise the wonders of his hand 
In new and thankful song. 

4 I '11 spread his works of grace abroad ; 

The saints with joy shall hear, 
And sinners learn to make my God 
Their only hope and fear. 

"27i« secret place of the Most JBigh.'^ 
Psalm 91. 


1 There is a safe and secret place 

Beneath the wings divine, 
Reserved for all the heirs of grace : 
Oh, be that refuge mine ! 

2 The least and feeblest there may bide, 

Uninjured and unawed ; 
While thousands fall on every side, 
He rests secure in God. 

3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, 

k Of love and truth divine ; 
O child of God, O glory's heir! 
How rich a lot is thine I 
A hand almighty to defend, 

An ear for every call. 
An honored life, a peaceful end. 
And heaven to crown it all ! 


Ji X\jO» **■'* l^ee, the fat7ie/rle98 fndeth meroy." 

O GRAGious Lord ! whose mercies rise 

Above our utmost need. 
Incline thine ear unto our cry. 

And hear the orphan plead. 
Bereft of all a mother's love, 

And all a father's care, 
Lord, whither shall we flee for help f 

To whom direct our prayer ? — 

3 To thee we flee, to tbee we pray ; 

Thou shalt our Father be : 
More than the fondest parent's care 
We find, O Lord, in thee ! 

4 Already thou hast heard our cry. 

And wiped away our tears : 
Thy mercy has a refuge found, 
To guard our helpless years. 

5 Oh, let thy love descend on those 

Who pity to us show ; 
Nor let their children ever taste 
The orphan's cup of woe ! 

l^n^ ^^ Sorrow not, even as others which ha/V4 
±jLi\J\J» no hope:' 

1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear. 

We will not weep for thee : 
One thought shall check the starting tear : 
It is, that thou art ivbs. 

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power 

The tears of love restrain : 
Oh, who that saw thy parting hour. 
Could wish thee back again ! 

3 Triumphant in thy closing eye 

The hope of glory shone ; 
Joy breathed in thine expiring sigh, 
To think the fight was won. 

4 Gently the passing spirit fled. 

Sustained by grace divine : 
Oh, may such grace on me be shed, 
And make my end like thine ! 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore, 
Be glory as it was, is now. 

And shall be evermore ! 




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^ Q Q ^ jPeace »«. ^Ae Blood of Christ 

1 Where shall I look for holy calm, 

But in thy blood, thou dying Lamb ? 
My only hope of mercy lies 
In thine atoning sacrifice. 

2 The world's temptations may assail. 

Its friendships cease, its comforts fail ; 
But if thy peace, dear Lord, be mine, 
All else submissive I resign. 

3 Oh, let my spirit meekly rest 

In whatsoe'er thy love sefes best ; 
Confiding in thy sovereign grace. 
And trusting where I fail to trace. 

4 Lord, let thy peace my soul sustain, 

'Mid mingled scenes of joy and pain; 
Till, in the fullness of thy love, 
I reach the Fountain-head above. 

I 13 Q , " Jeaus, remember Calvary.''* 

1 My suff'erings all to thee are known, 

Tempted in every point like me ; 
Regard my grief, regard thine own : 
Jesus, remember Calvary ! 

2 For whom didst thou the cross endure ? 

Who nailed thy body to the tree ? 
Did not thy death my life procure ? 
Oh, let thy mercy answer me ! 

3 Art thou not touched with human woe ? 

Hath pity left the Son of man ? 
Dost thou not all my sorrows know. 
And claim a share in all my pain ? 

4 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed. 

Or quench the smallest spark of grace, 
Till through the soul thy power is spread 
Thine all-victorious righteousness. 

5 The day of small and feeble things, 

I know thou never wilt despise ; 
And soon, with healing in his wings, 
The Sun of righteousness shall rise. 

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% OO* 7 am."— John 17 : 24. 

1 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

My Saviour, my eternal Rest ; 
Then only will this longing heart 
Be fully and for ever blest. 

2 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

Thine unvailed glory to behold ; 
Then only will this wandering heart 
Cease to be false to thee and cold. 

3 Let me be with thee where thou art. 

Where spotless saints thy name adore ; 
Then only will this sinful heart 
Be evil and defiled no more. 

4 Let me be with thee where thou art. 

Where none can die,wherenoneremove; 
There neither death nor life will part 
Me from thy presence and thy love. 

O^y , Living to the Glory of God. 

1 O THOU, who hast at thy command 
The hearts of all men in thy hand ! 
Our wayward, erring hearts incline 
To know no other will but thine. 

2 Our wishes, our desires, control ; 
Mold every purpose of the soul ; 
O'er all may we victorious be 

That stands between ourselves and thee. 

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings prove, 
When through them all we see thy love *, 
When each glad heart its tribute pays 
Of humble gratitude and praise. 

4 And while we to thy glory live, 
May we to thee all glory give ; 
Until the joyful summons come, 
That calls thy willing servants home. 

Q Q Q , «» Forgiving one another:''— "Epix. 4 : 80-82. 

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Why should we vex and grieve his love, 
Who seals our souls to heavenly life ! 

Tender and kind be all our thoughts ; 

Through all our lives let mercy run : 
So God forgives our numerous faults, 

For the dear sake of Christ, his Son. 

Prayer Jbr the Guidance of the Spirit. 


1 Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With light and comfort from above ; 
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide. 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

2 The light of truth to us display. 

And make us know and choose thy way ; 
Plant holy fear in every heart. 
That we from God may ne'er depart. 

3 Lead us to holiness — the road 
Which we must take to dwell with God ; 
Lead us to Christ, the living way. 

Nor let us from his pastures stray. 

4 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
To be with him foi: ever blest*, 

Lead us to heaven, its bliss to share — 
Fullness of joy for ever there ! 

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1 O Lord, and shall our fainting souls 

Thy just displeasure ever mourn ? 
Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn. 
Will he no more to us return ? 

2 Great Source of light and peace ! return. 

Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain ; 
Come, repossess these longing hearts 
With all the graces of thy train. 

3 This temple, hallowed by thine hand. 

Once more be with thy presence blest ; 

Here be thy grace anew displayed, 
Be this thine everlasting rest ! 

U O • JRepentance at the Cross. 

1 Here, at thy cross, my gracious Lord, 

I lay my soul beneath thy love : 
Oh, cleanse me with atoning blood. 
Nor let me from thy feet remove ! 

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, 

Moveless and firm this heart should lie; 
Resolved, for that 's my last defense, 
If I must perish, there to die. 

3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear ; 

Am I not safe beneath thy shade ? 
Thy vengeance will not strike me here, 
Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 

4 Yes, I 'm secure beneath thy blood, 

. And all my foes shall lose their aim : 
Hosanna to my Saviour God ! 
And loudest praises to his name. 

*Zord, I am Thine, entirely Thine,^ 


1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine ; 
With full consent I thine would be, 
And own thy sovereign right in me, 

2 Here, O my Lord, my soul, my all, 
I yield to thee beyond recall ; 
Accept thine own, — so long withheld. 
Accept what I so freely yield. 

3 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
Among the children of thy grace ; 
A wretched sinner lost to God, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 

4 The vow is past beyond repeal ; 
Now will I set the solemn seal ; 
Thine would I live, thine would I die, 
Be thine through all eternity. 


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1 Safely through another week 

God has brought us on our way ; 

Let us now a blessing seek, 
Waiting in his courts to-day : 

Day of all the week the best, 

Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 While we pray for pardoning grace. 

Through the dear Redeemer's name. 
Show thy reconciling face ; 

Take away our sin and shame : 
From our worldly cares set free, 
May we rest this day in thee. 

3 Here we come, thy name to praise ; 

Let us feel thy presence near ; 
May thy glories meet our eyes. 

While we in thy house appear : 
Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May the Gospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
Make the fruits of grace abound ; 

Bring relief for all complaints : 
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we rest in thee above. 

Q n Q limitation of Christ in his mild Virtues. 
OVO. Phil. 2: 5. 

1 Ever patient, gentle, meek. 

Holy Saviour ! was thy mind ; 
Vainly in myself I seek 

Likeness to my Lord to find ; 

Yet, that mind which was in thee, 
May be, must be formed in me. 

2 Days of toil, 'mid throngs of men, 

Vexed not, ruffled not thy soul ; 
Still collected, calm, serene. 

Thou each feeling couldst control : 
Lord, that mind which was in thee. 
May be, must be formed in me. 

3 Though such griefs were thine to bear, 

For each siiff'rer thou couldst feel ; 
Every mourner's burden share. 

Every wounded spirit heal : 
Saviour ! let thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in thee. 

4 When my pain is most intense, 

Let thy cross my lesson prove ; 
Let me hear thee, e'en from thence. 

Breathing words of peace and love : 
Saviour ! let thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in thee. 

The precious Sons of Zion.''^ 


1 Blessed are the sons of God ! 
They are bought with Jesus' blood ; 
They are ransomed from the grave ; 
Life eternal they shall have : 
With them numbered may we be. 
Here, and in eternity ! 

2 God did love them in his Son 
Long before the world begun ; 
All their sins are washed away ; 
They shall stand in God's great day : 


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With them numbered may we be, 
Here, and in eternity ! 

3 They are harmless, meek, and mild. 
Holy, humble, undefiled ; 

They are by the Spirit sealed. 
They with love and peace are filled 
With them numbered may we be. 
Here, and in eternity ! 

4 They are lights upon the earth, 
Children of a heavenly birth ; 
One with God, with Jesus one. 
Glory is in them begun : 

With them numbered may we be, 
Here, and. in eternity! 


Consecration to the Trinity. 

1 Now, O God, thine own I am ! 

Now I give thee back thine own : 
Freedom, friends, and health, and fame. 

Consecrate to thee alone : 
Thine I live, thrice happy I ! 
Happier still, if thine I die. 

2 Take me. Lord, and all my powers ; 

Take my mind, and heart, and will ; 
All my goods, and all my hours, 

All I know, and all I feel. 
All I think, or speak, or do — 
Take my soul and make it new ! 

3 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One in Three, and Three in One, 

As by the celestial host, 

Let thy will on earth be done ; 
Praise by all to thee be given, 
Glorious Lord of earth and heaven ! 

t/Uy« ^« cMldlike Heart. 

1 Quiet, Lord, my fro ward heart ; 

Make me teachable and mild, 
Upright, simple, free from art ; 

Make me as a ^yeaned child, — 
From distrust and envy free. 
Pleased with all that pleases thee. 

2 What thou shalt to-day provide. 

Let me as a child receive ; 
What to-morrow may betide. 

Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 
'T is enough that thou wilt care ; 
Why should I the burden bear ? 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own. 
Knows he 's neither strong nor wise, 

Fears to stir a step alone ; 
Let me thus with thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 


Blessing, honor, glory, might. 
And dominion infinite. 
To the Father of our Lord, 
To the Spirit and the Word: 
As it was all worlds before. 
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X T D • <^*^<^ faithful to Hia Promises. 

1 The promises I sing, 

Which sovereign love hath spoke ; 
Nor will th' eternal King 
His words of grace revoke : 

They stand secure 
And steadfast still 

Not Zion's hill 
Abides so sure. 

2 The mountains melt away, 

When once the Judge appears ; 
And sun and moon decay, 

That measure mortal years : 
But still the same, i The promise shines 
In radiant lines, | Through all the flame. 

3 Their harmony shall sound 

Through my attentive ears. 
When thunders cleave the ground, 

And dissipate the spheres ; 
'Mid all the shock I stand serene. 
Of that dread scene. Thy word my rock. 

Looking wp,— Psalm 121. 


1 Upward I lift mine eyes, 

From God is all my aid ; 
The God who built the skies, 

And earth and nature made : 
God is the tower I His grace is nigh 
To which I fly ; (In every hour. 

2 My feet shall never slide. 

And fall in fatal snares. 
Since God, my guard and guide. 
Defends me from my fears : 

Those wakeful eyes, 
That never sleep. 

Shall Israel keep 
When dangers rise. 

3 No burning heats by day. 
Nor blasts of evening air, 

Shall take my health away. 
If God be with me there : 

ThoTi art my sun. 
And thou my shade. 

To guard my head 
By night or noon. 

4 Hast thou not given thy word 
To save my soul from death ? 
And I can trust my Lord 
To keep my mortal breath : 

I '11 go and come. 
Nor fear to die, 

Till from on high 
Thou call me home. 


*^Thou rising, reigning Ood* 

Yes, the Redeemer rose ; 

The Saviour left the dead ; 
And o'er our hellish foes 

High raised his conquering head 

Fall to the ground, 
And sink away. 

In wild dismay 
The guards around 

2 Lo ! the angelic bands 
In full assembly meet. 
To wait his high commands. 
And worship at his feet : 

Joyful they come, 
And wing their way 

From realms of day 
To Jesus' tomb. 

3 Then back to heaven they fly, 

And the glad tidings bear : 
Hark ! as they soar on high, 

What music fills the air! 
Their anthems say : I Hath left the dead, 
" Jesus who bled | He rose to-day." 

4 Ye mortals, catch the sound. 

Redeemed by him from hell ; 
And send the echo round 

The globe on which you dwell : 
Transported cry : I Hath left the dead, 
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Who sav'st us with thy blood ! 
Wide be thy name adored, 
Thou rising, reigning God ! 


With thee we rise, 
With thee we reign 

And empires gam. 
Beyond the skies. 

^ Fight the goodflght."^ 


}. Fight the good fight ! lay hold 

Upon eternal life ; 
Keep but thy shield, — be bold ! 

Stand through the hottest strife : 
With thy great Captain on the field, 
Thou canst not fail, unless thou yield. 

2 No force of earth or hell. 

Though fiends with men unite, 
Truth's champion can compel, 

However pressed, to flight : 
He stands unmoved upon the field ; 
He cau not fall, unless he yield. 

3 Trust in thy Saviour's might; 

Yea, till thy latest breath. 
Fight, and like him in fight, 

By dying conquer death : 
And, all-victorious in the field. 
Then, with thy sword, thy spirit yield, 

4 Great words are these, and strong ; 

Yet, Lord, I look to thee; 
To whom alone belong 

Valor and victory : 
With thee, my Captain, in the field, 
I must prevail — I cannot yield ! 

*By HU etHpet to^ art JiedUd.* 


1 Thy works, not mine, O Christ I 
Speak gladness to this heart ; 

They tell me all is done ; 
They bid my fear depart : 

To whom, save thee 
Who canst alone 

For sm atone. 
Lord! shall I flee? 

2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ, 

Have wept my guilt away ; 
And turned this night of mine 

Into a blessed day : 
To whom, save thee I For sin atone. 
Who canst alone j Lord ! shall I flee ? 

3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, 

Can heal my bruised soul ; 
Thy stripes, not mine, contain 
The balm that makes me whole : 

To whom, save thee 
Who canst alone 

For sin atone. 
Lord! shall I flee? 

4 Thy cross, not naine, O Christ, 
Has borne the awful load 
Of sins that none could bear 
But the incarnate God : 
To whom, save thee I For sin atone, 
Who canst alone | Lord ! shall I flee ? 

6 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, 
Has paid the ransom due ; 
Ten thousand deaths like mine 
Would have been all too few: 

To whom, save thee 
Who canst alone 

For sin atone. 
Lord! shall I flee? 

6 Thy righteousness alone 
Can clothe and beautify ; 
I wrap it round my soul ; 
In this I '11 live and die : 

To whom, save thee 
Who canst alone 

For sin atone. 
Lord ! shall I flee ? 


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^ Q /|^ " Unto you which telieve He is preeiotts."" 
rtO'±. lPet.2:T. 

1 Oh, speak of Jesus ! other names 
Have lost for me their interest now ; 
His is the only one that claims 

To be an antidote for woe : 

It falls like music on the ear, 

When nothing else can soothe or cheei*. 

2 Oh, speak of Jesus ! of his power, 
As perfect God, and perfect man. 
Which day by day, and hour by hour, 
As he wrought out the wondrous plan. 
Led him, as God, to save and heal ; 
As man to sympathize and feel. 

3 Oh, speak of Jesus — of his death ! 
For us he lived, for us he died ; 

" 'T is finished," with his latest breath, 
The Lord, Jehovah-Jesus, cried ; 
That death of shame and agony 
Won life, eternal life for me ! 

4 Yes, speak of Jesus, while mine ear 
Can listen to a human voice ! 

That name my parting soul will cheer. 
Will bid me ev'n in death rejoice ; 
Then prove, when these clay bonds are 

My passport at the gates of heaven. 

O • " ^'^^ *** ^y h^art.^ 

1 Here is my heart— I give it thee! 
My God, I heard thee call, and say, 
"Not to the world, ray child — to me !" 
I heard thy voice and will obey : 
Here is love's offering to my King, 
Which in glad sacrifice I bring. 

2 Here is my heart ! — the gift tho' poor, 
Thou, my God, wilt not despise ; 

Long have I sought to make it pure 
And fit to meet thy searching eyes : 
Corrupted first in Adam's fall. 
The stains of sin pollute it all. 

3 Here is my heart ! — so hard before. 
But now by thy rich grace made meet ; 
Yet bruised and sad it can but pour 
Its tears and anguish at thy feet : 

It groans beneath the weight of sin, 
It sighs salvation's joy to win. 

4 Here is my heart ! — its longings end 
In Christ as near his cross it draws ; 

It says, " Thou art my rest, my Friend, 
Thy precious blood my ransom was ;" 
In thee, the Saviour, it has found 
That peace and blessedness abound. 

**T7iin6 wholly, Thine alone.' 


1 Jesus ! thy boundless love to me 

No thought can reach, no tongue declare; 
Oh, knit my thankful heart to thee, 
And reign without a rival there ! 
Thine wholly, thine alone, I live : 
Thyself to me, my Saviour, give ! 

2 O Love ! how cheering is thy ray ! 
All pain before thy presence flies ; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, 
Where'er thy healing beams arise : 
O Jesus ! nothing may I see. 
Nothing desire, or seek, but thee ! 

3 What in thy love possess I not ? 
My star by night, my sun by day. 

My spring of life when parched with 

My wine to cheer, my bread to stay ; 
My strength, my shield, my safe abode, 
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Q AQ "-4 Ifame which is above every name." 
0\jLi* Phil. 2:9. 

1 There is none other name than thine, 
Jehovah Jesus ! Name divine ! 

On which to rest for sins forgiven — 
For. peace with God, for hope of heaven. 

2 There is none other name than thine, 
When cares, and fears, and griefs are mine. 
That, with a gracious power, can heal 
Each care, and fear, and grief I feel. 

3 There is none other name than thine. 
When called my spirit to resign, 

To bear me through that latest strife. 
And ev'n in death to be my life. 

4 Name, above every name ! thy praise 
Shall fill the remnant of my days : 
Jehovah Jesus ! Name divine. 
Rock of salvation ! thou art mine. 


^''Because J live, ye shall li/oe also.' 
John 14 : 19. 

1 When sins and fears prevailing rise, 
And fainting hope almost expires, 
Jesus, to thee I lift my eyes. 

To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 

2 If my immortal Saviour lives, 
Then my immortal life is sure ; 
His word a firm foundation gives ; 
Here let me build, and rest secure. 

3 Here let my faith unshaken dwell ; 
Immovable the promise stands ; 
Not all the powers of earth or hell 
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 

4 Here, my soul ! thy trust repose : 
If Jesus is for ever mine. 

Not death itself, that last of foes, 
Shall break a union so divine. 

( 0'^» " ^'^ *^"'' ^^^^ reign with Him.'" 

1 Weary with sin, I lift mine eyes 
To him who toiled and died for me ; 
My struggling spuit longs to rise 

And reign, my Saviour ! one with thee. 

2 For thee I count all things but loss. 
So let me gain thy promised throne ; 
For me why didst thou bear thy cross, 
If not to make me share thy crown ? 

3 Give, give to me the good I crave ; 
Cleanse me in thine atoning blood : 
Why didst thou love me in thy grave, 
If not t' enthrone me near my God ? 

4 Oh, let my hope, so dear, so bright, 
Illumine my dark hour of death ! 
What if thy glories blind my sight ? 
Let them allure and cheer my faith. 

OOU. "-Myaelf I give."" 

1 While in the hours of blooming youth, 
My God, I 've felt and owned thy truth ; 
Thy mercies, with increasing age. 
Shall still my grateful heart engage. 

2 No human power shall e'er control 
This settled purpose of my soul ; 
Or urge my constant mind to stray. 
But where thy wisdom points the way. 

3 To thee, O Lord, myself I give ; 
'T is to thy glory I would live : 

My God ! my Strength, my Hope, ray Joy, 
Thy praise shall all my powers employ. 


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! 
Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 



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1 O GIFT of gifts ! O Grace of faith ! 

My God, how can it be 
That thou, who hast discerning love, 
Shouldst give that gift to me ! 

2 How many hearts thou might'st have had 

More innocent than mine ! 
How many souls more worthy far 
Of that pure touch of thine ! 

3 Ah, Grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 

It is thy boast to come ; 

The glory of thy light to find 

In darkest spots a home. 

4 Thy choice, O God of goodness ! then 

I lovingly adore ; 
Oh, give me grace to keep thy grace, 
And grace to long for more ! 

o90. ^^ ^^^^ Shepherd. 

1 To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, 

A grateful song I '11 raise ; 
Oh, let the feeblest of thy flock 
Attempt to speak thy praise ! 

2 But how shall mortal tongue express 

A subject so divine ? 
Do justice to so vast a theme, 
Or praise a love like thine ? 

3 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe 

To thine amazing love; 
Ten thousand thousand comforts here, 
And nobler bliss above. 

4 To thee my trembling spirit flies. 

With sin and grief oppressed ; 
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, 
And lulls my cares to rest. 

6 Lead on, dear Shepherd ! — led by thee, 
No evil shall I fear ; 

Soon shall I reach thy fold above, 
And praise thee better there. 

AOCK 5r%« Pearl of great Price. 

TtOU. Matt. 13:46. 

1 Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu ! 

A nobler choice be mine ; 
A real prize attracts my view, 
A treasure all divine. 

2 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 

O name divinely sweet I 
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone. 
Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 

3 Should earth's vain treasures all depart* 

Of this dear gift possessed, 
I 'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 
And be for ever blest. 

4 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires, 

Thy love is bliss divine ; 
Accept the gift that love inspires. 
And bid me call thee mine. 

V Q " -P^«y for the peace of Jerusalem.^'' 

^O. Psalm 122. 

1 Oh, 't was a joyful sound to hear 

Our tribes devoutly say : 
" Up, Israel, to the temple haste, 
And keep your festal day !" 

2 At Salem's courts we must appear. 

With our assembled powers. 
In strong and beauteous order ranged, 
Like her united towers. 

3 Oh, pray we then for Salem's peace ! 

For they shall prosperous be. 
Thou holy city of our God, 
Who bear true love to thee. 

4 May peace within thy sacred walls 

A constant guest be found ; 
With plenty and prosperity 
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My portion and my joy : 
For ever let thy boundless grace 
My sweetest thoughts employ. 

Q "1 /f " TTe come unto Tliee ; for Thou art our 
Oltt. God:' 

1 I ASK not now for gold to gild 

An aching, weary frame ; 
The yearning of the mind is stilled, — 
I ask not now for fame. 

2 But, bowed in lowliness of mind, 

I make my wishes known ; 
I only ask a will resigned, 
Father, to thine own. 

3 In vain I task my aching brain, 

The sage's thoughts to scan ; 
I only feel how weak I am. 
How poor and blind is man. 

4 And now my spirit sighs for home. 

And longs for light to see. 
And, like a weary child, would come, 
O Father ! unto thee. 

yQ^, "6?(Mf gi/oeth grace to the hmrible:* 

1 Come, let us to the Lord our God 

With contrite hearts return ! 
Our God is gracious, nor will leave 
The desolate to mourn. 

2 His voice commands the tempest forth, 

And stills the stormy wave ; 
His arm, though it be strong to smite, 
Is also strong to save. 

3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 

Shall know him and rejoice : 
His coming like the morn shall be ; 
Like morning songs his voice. 

4 As dew upon the tender herb. 

Diffusing fragrance round ; 
As showers that usher in the spring. 
And cheer the thirsty ground : 

5 So shall his presence bless our souls, 

And shed a joyful light ; 
That hallowed morn shall chase away 
The sorrows of the night. 

I \J\/, The beloved Xa/me. 

1 Blest Jesus ! when my soaring thoughts 

O'er all thy graces rove. 
How is my soul in transport lost, — 
In wonder, joy, and love ! 

2 Not softest strains can charm my ears. 

Like thy beloved name ; 
Nor aught beneath the skies inspire 
My heart with equal flame. 

3 Where'er I look, my wondering eyes 

Unnumbered blessings see ; 

But what is life, with all its bliss. 

If once compared with thee ? 

4 Hast thou » rival in my breast ? 

Search, Lord, for thou canst tell 
If aught can raise my passions thus, 
Or please my soul so well. 


" Is any among you afflicted t Let him 

No, never shall my heart despond. 

Long as my lips can pray ; 
My latest breath, with effort fond. 

Shall pass in prayer away. 
There is a heavenly mercy-seat 

To calm the sinner's fears ; 
There is a Saviour at whose feet 

The mourner dries his tears. 
When friends depart, and hopes are riven, 

And gathering storms I see. 
My soul is but the sooner driven. 

Eternal Rock ! to thee. 
Oh for a voice of sweeter sound, 

For every wind to bear, 
To teach the listening world around 

The blessedness of prayer I 


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1 Father of love and power, 
Guard thou our evening hour, 

Shield with thy might : 
For all thy care this day 
Our grateful thanks we pay. 
And to our Father pray, 

Bless us to-night. 

2 Jesus Immanuel, 

Come in thy love to dwell 

In hearts contrite : 
For many sins we grieve, 
But we thy grace receive, 
And in thy word believe ; 

Bless us to-night. 

3 Spirit of truth and love. 
Life-giving, holy Dove, 

Shed forth thy light ! 
Heal every sinner's smart, 
Still every throbbing heart, 
And thine own peace impart; 

Bless us to-night. 

340. " Worthy is the Lambr—^ev, 5. 

1 Come, all ye saints of God, 
Wide through the earth abroad 

Spread Jesus' fame : 
Tell what his love hath done ; 
Trust in his name alone ; 
Shout to his lofty throne, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears ! 
Dry up your mournful tears ; 

Swell the glad theme : 
To Christ, our gracious King, 
Strike each melodious string ; 
Join heart and voice to sing, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 


Hark ! how the choirs above, 
Filled with the Saviour's love, 

Dwell on his name ! 
There, too, may we be found. 
With light and glory crowned, 
While all the heavens resound, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

, " The Lamb that was slain.''^ — Rev. 5. 

Glory to God on high ! 
Let heaven and earth reply, 

" Praise ye his name !" 
His love and grace adore. 
Who all our sorrows bore ; 
Sing loud for evermore, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

While they around the throne 
Cheerfully join in one. 

Praising his name, — 
Ye, who have felt his blood 
Sealing your peace with God, 
Sound his dear name abroad, 

"Worthy the Lamb!" 

3 Join, all ye ransomed race. 
Our Lord and God to bless : 

Praise ye his name ! 
In him we will rejoice, 
And make a joyful noise, 
Shouting with heart and voice, 

" Worthy the Lamb !" 

4 Soon must we change our place, 
Yet we will never cease 

Praising his name : 
, To him our songs we'bring; 
Hail him our gracious King ; 
And, through all ages sing, 
" Worthy the Lamb !" 




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To TTiee, great One in Thrss.'' 

Come, thou almighty King, 
Help us thy name to sing, 

Help us to praise ! 
Father all glorious. 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us, 

Ancient of Days ! 

Jesus, our Lord, descend ; 
From all our foes defend. 

Nor let us fall ; 
Let thine almighty aid 
Our sure defense be made. 
Our souls on thee be stayed : 

Lord, hear our call ! 

Come, thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword ; 

Our prayer attend : 
Come, and thy people bless. 
And give thy word success : 
Spirit of holiness. 

On us descend. 

4 Come, holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour : 
Thou, who almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power. 

5 To thee, great One in Three, 
The highest praises be. 

Hence evermore ! 
Thy sovereign majesty 

May w« in glory see, 
And to eternity 
Love and adore ! 


Prayer to the Trinity for the World'* 

Thou, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard. 

And took their flight. 
Hear us, we humbly pray. 
And, where the gospel day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 

" Let there be light." 

Thou, who didst come to bring, 
On thy redeeming wing. 

Healing and sight. 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Sight to the inly blind. 
Oh, now to all mankind 

" Let there be light." 

Spirit of truth and love. 
Life-giving, Holy Dove, 

Speed forth thy flight ; 
Move on the waters' face. 
Bearing the lamp of grace ; 
And in earth's darkest place 

" Let there be light." 


We praise, we worship thee, 
Blessed and holy Three, 

Wisdom, Love, Might! 
Boundless as ocean's tide. 
Rolling in fullest pride, 
O'er the world far and wide, 

" Let there be light !" 


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" Surely the Lord is in this place. 

1 Lo, God is here ! — let us adore, 
And own how dreadful is this place ! 
Let all within us feel his power, 
And silent bow before his face ! 

2 Lo, God is here ! — him, day and night, 
United choirs of angels sing : 

To him, enthroned above all height, 
Let saints their humble worship bring. 

3 Lord God of hosts ! Oh, may our praise 
Thy courts with grateful incense fill ! 
Still may we stand before thy face. 
Still hear and do thy sovereign will ! 

" Oh, who like Thee /" 


1 How beauteous were the marks divine, 
That in thy meekness used to shine, 
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod 

In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 

2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright, 
So pure, so made to live in light ? 
Oh, who like thee did ever go 

So patient through a world of woe ? 

3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore 
The scorn, the scofts of men, before ? 
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high. 
So glorious in humility ? 

4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free. 
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn, to thee ; 
Yet love through all thy torture glowed, 
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 

6 Oh, in thy light be mine to go, 
Illuming all my way of woe ! 
And give me ever on the road 
To trace thy footsteps. Son of God ! 

Q Q JRs final Entrance into Jerusalem. 
LjOU* John 12: 12—15. 

1 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp ride on to die : 

O Christ ! thy triumphs now begin 
O'er captive death and conquered sin. 

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
The winged squadrons of the sky 
Look down, with sad and wondering eyes, 
To see th' approaching sacrifice. 

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : 
The Father, on his sapphire throne, 
Expects his own anointed Son. 

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! 
In lowly pomp ride on to die : 
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain ; 
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign ! 


1 The Lord shall 

quake ; 
The mountains to their center shake ; 
And, withering from the vault of night, 
The stars withdraw their feeble light. 

2 The Lord shall come ! but not the same 
As once in lowly form he came,—- 

A silent Lamb before his foes, 
A weary man, and full of woes. 

3 The Lord shall come ! a dreadful form, 
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm. 
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind, 
Anointed Judge of human kind ! 

4 Can this be he, who wont to stray 
A pilgrim on the world's highway, 

By power oppressed, and mocked by 

pride, — 
The Nazarene, the Crucified ? 

'■'■The Lord shall come.'''' 

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5 "While sinners itr despair shall call, 
" Rocks, hide us ! mountains, on us fall !" 
The saints, ascending from the tomb. 
Shall sing for joy, " The Lord is come 


Refuge, in the Sanctuary. 


1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Father, we seek thy shelter here ; 
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray ; 
Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away. 

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain. 
Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; 
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost. 
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed ; 
Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; 

Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away. 

J ^O, "^<? merite of my own.'" 

1 Father of mercies, God of love ! 
Oh, hear a humble suppliant's cry ! 
Bend from thy lofty seat above. 
Thy throne of glorious majesty : 

Oh, deign to hear my mournful voice, 
And bid my drooping heart rejoice ! 

2 I urge no merits of my own. 

No worth, to claim thy gracious smile : 
No : when I bow before thy throne. 
Dare to converse with God awhile. 
Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea — 
Dearest and sweetest name to me ! 
5 Father of mercies, God of love ! 
Then hear thy hnmble suppliant's cry; 
Bend from thy lofty seat above, 
Thy throne of glorious majesty : 
One pardoning word can make me whole, 
And soothe the anguish of my soul. 

"1 A A Q " Who is a God like unto Thee V 
X U V t/ . Micah 7 : 18. 

1 Great God of wonders ! all thy ways 
Are worthy of thyself, — divine ; 
But the bright glories of thy grace, 
Beyond thine other wonders shine : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee \ 
Or who has grace so rich and free ? 

2 Pardon from an offended God : 
Pardon for sins of deepest dye ; 
Pardon bestowed through Jesus' blood ; 
Pardon that brings the rebel nigh : 
Where is the pardoning God like thee? 
Or where the grace so rich and free ? 

3 Oh, may this glorious, matchless love, 
This godlike miracle of grace. 

Teach mortal tongues, like those above, 
To raise this song of lofty praise : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace so rich and free ? 

X X O X • " I^^^P ""^^ *^ w^y ^our of need." 

1 When from my sight all fades away, 
And when my tongue no more can say, 
And when mine ears no more can hear. 
And when my heart is racked with fear, — 
Wlien all my mind is darkened o'er. 
And human help can do no more, — 

2 Then come. Lord Jesus! come with speed, 
And help me in my hour of need; 
Then hide my sins, and let my faith 

Be brave, and conquer ev'n in death ; 
Then let me, resting on thy word. 
Securely sleep in thee, my Lord. 


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! 
Praise him, all creatures here below! 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and TToly Ghost 1 


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Let our whole soul an offering be 
To our Redeemer's name. 

4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless 

This consecrated hour; 
May barrenness rejoice to own 
Thy fertilizing power. 

5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, 

With Pentecostal grace ; 
And make the great salvation known. 
Wide as the human race. 

6 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer, 

And make our hearts thy home ; 
Descend with all thy gracious power ; 
Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 

i^t/4:. Calvary.— Lu\s.e 23: 83. 

1 There is a dear and hallowed spot 

Oft present to my eye — 
By saints it ne'er can be forgot — 
That place is Calvary. 

2 Oh, what a scene was there displayed 

Of love and agony. 
When our Redeemer bowed his head, 
And died on Calvary! 

3 When fainting under guilt's dread load. 

Unto the cross I '11 fly ; 
And trust the merit of that blood 
Which flowed at Calvary. 

4 Whene'er I feel temptation's power. 

On Jesus I '11 rely ; 
And, in the sharp, conflicting hour, 
Repair to Calvary. 

5 When seated at the feast of love. 

Then will I fix mine eye 
On him who intercedes above. 
Who bled on Calvary. 

6 When the dark scene of death, the last 

Momentous hour draws nigh. 
Then, with my dying eyes, J '11 cast 
A look on Calvary. 

4:4: I , " Come, Holy Spirit, come /" 

1 Spirit Divine ! attend our prayer. 

And make our hearts thy home ; 
Descend with all thy gracious power : 
Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 

2 Come as the light ; to us reveal 

Our sinfulness and woe ; 
And lead us in those paths of life 
Where all the righteous go. 

3 Conie as the fire, and purge our hearts. 

Like sacrificial flame : 

7he Btsolve.— Est 4: 16. 


1 Come, trembling sinner, in whose brea!* 

A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressec 
And make this last resolve : — 

2 " I '11 go to Jesus, though my sin 

High as the mountains rose ; 
I know his courts, I '11 enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 " Prostrate I '11 lie before his throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

I '11 tell him I 'ra a wretch undone, 

Without his sovereign grace. 

4 " I '11 to the gracious King approach, 

Whose scepter pardon gives ; 
Perhaps he may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 " Perhaps he will admit my plea. 

Perhaps will hear my prayer; 
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I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 

I must for ever die." 

•F« are all one in Christ Jesue.'" 


1 Let saints below in concert sing 

With those to glory gone : 
For all the servants of our King, 
In earth and heaven, are one. 

2 One family — we dwell in him — 

One church above, beneath. 
Though now divided by the stream — 
The narrow stream of death ; 

3 One army of the living God, 

To his command we bow ; 
Part of the host have crossed the flood, 

And part are crossing now. 
i Ev'n now to their eternal home 

Some happy spirits fly ; 
And we are to the margin come, 

And soon expect to die. 

5 Ev'n now, by faith, we join our hands 
With those that went before, 
And greet the ransomed blessed bands 
Upon th' eternal shore. 
5 Lord Jesus ! be our constant guide ; 
And, when the word is given, 
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, 
And land us safe in heaven, 

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1 Author of good ! to thee we turn : 
Thine ever-wakeful eye 

Alone can all our wants discern — 
Thy hand alone supply. 

2 Oh, let thy love within us dwell, 
Thy fear our footsteps guide ; 

That love shall vainer loves expel. 
That fear all fears beside. 

3 And since, by passion's force subdued, 

Too oft with stubborn will 
We blindly shun the latent good. 
And grasp the specious ill ; — 

4 Not what we wish, but what we want. 

Let mercy still supply ; 
The good we ask not, Father, grant ; 
The ill we ask, deny. 

Q U • ffappineaa in God only. 

1 In vain I trace creation o'er. 

In search of solid rest : 
The whole creation is too poor. 
Too mean, to make me blest. 

2 Let earth and all her charms depart. 

Unworthy of the mind : 
In God alone this restless heart 
Enduring bliss can find. 

3 Thy favor. Lord, is all I want ; 

Here would my spirit rest : 
Oh, seal the rich, the boundless grant, 
And make me fully blest ! 

I ^ (3 • Living by Faiili on the Son of God. 

1 Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh 

I hold my frail abode. 
Still would my spirit rest on thee, 
My Saviour, and my God ! 

2 On thy dear cross I fix my eyes. 

Then raise them to thy seat ; 
Till love dissolves my inmost soul. 
At my Redeemer's feet. 

3 Be dead, my heart! to worldly charms; 

Be dead to every sin ; 
And tell the boldest foe without, 
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1 All ye nations, praise the Lord ! 

All ye lands, your voices raise ; 
Ileaven and earth, with loud accord, 
Praise the Lord — for ever praise ! 

2 For his truth and mercy stand, 

Past, and present, and to be. 
Like the years of his right hand, 
Like his own eternity. 

1 n ^ -Brie/ call to praise, from 

1.\J0, Psalm 150. 

1 Praise, oh, praise the Name divine ! 
Praise him at the hallowed shrine ; 
Let the firmament on high 

To its Maker's praise reply. 

2 All who vital breath enjoy, 

In his praise that breath employ; 
Heaven and earth the chorus join ; 
Praise, oh, praise the Name divine ! 

O I . " ^0'"' *« '^6 ^"y of salvation." 

1 Haste, O sinner ! now be wise ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun : 
Wisdom if you still despise, 
Harder is it to be won. 

2 Haste, and mercy now implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy season should be o'er 
Ere the morrow is begun. 

3 Haste, O sinner ! now return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Lord ! do thou the sinner turn — 

Turn him from his fearful state ; 
Let him not thy counsel spurn, 
Nor lament his choice too late ! 

7 y . ^« Test.— John 21 : 16. 

1 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord ; 
'Tis thy Saviour; hear his word; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : 

" Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? 

2 " Mine is a^i unchanging love. 
Higher than the heights above, 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

3 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of (jrace is done ; 
Partner of my throne shalt be : 
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?'* 

4 Lord ! it is my chief complaint 
That my love is cold and faint ; 
Yet I love thee, and adore : 

Oh for grace to love thee more ! 


^^For to me to live is Christ:^ 
Phil. 1: 21. 

1 Christ, of all my hopes the Ground 

Christ, the Spring of all my joy, 
Still in thee let me be found, 

Still for thee my powers employ. 

2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace, 

Freely from thy fullness give ; 
Till I close my earthly race. 
Be it " Christ for me to live." 

3 When I touch the blessed shore. 

Back the closing waves shall roll ; 

Death's dark stream shall never more 

Part from thee my ravished soul. 

4 Thus, oh, thus an entrance give 

To the land of cloudless sky ! 

Having known it " Christ to live," 

Let me know it " gain to die." 






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O^J^» Psalm 15. 

1 Who, Lord, when life is o'er. 
Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar ? 
Who, an ever-welcome guest, 

In thy holy place shall rest ? 

2 He whose heart thy love has warmed ; 
He whose will to thine conformed. 
Bids his life unsullied run ; 

He whose words and thoughts are one ; — 
8 He who shuns the sinner's road, 

Loving those who love their God ; 

Who, with hope and faith unfeigned, 

Treads the path by thee ordained ; — 
4 He who trusts in Christ alone. 

Not in aught himself hath done ; 

He, great God, shall be thy care, 

And thy choicest blessings share. 

XiuD^a ""Sappy are the faithful dead:'' 

1 Hark ! a voice divides the sky ! 
Happy are the faithful dead 


In the Lord who sweetly die ! 

They from all their toils are freed. 

2 Ready for their glorious crown. 

Sorrows past and sins forgiven, — 
Here they lay their burden down, 
Hallowed and made meet for heaven. 

3 Yes ! the Christian's course is run ! 

Ended is the glorious strife ; 
Fought the fight, the work is done ; 
Death is swallowed up in life ! 

4 Lo ! the prisoner is released — 

Lightened of his heavy load ! _ 
Where the weary are at rest, 
He is gathered into God ! 

5 When from flesh the spirit freed, 

Hastens homeward to return, 
Mortals cry, " A man is dead !" 
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1 The voice of free grace cries, " Escape to the mountain," 
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain ; 
For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, 

His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation. 

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us a pardon ! 
We '11 praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 

2 Ye souls that are wounded, oh flee to the Saviour : 
He calls you in mercy — 'tis infinite favor ; 

Your sins are increasing ; escape to the mountain : 
His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us a pardon ! 
. We '11 praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 

3 When Zion we see, having gained the blest shore. 
With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more ; 
We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river, 
And sing of salvation for ever and ever ! 

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us a pardon ! 
We '11 praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 

JL 1 U y . " Lord, save us : we perish:'— Matt. 8 : 25. 

1 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, 
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, 

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Nor hope lends a ray, tlie poor seaman to cherish, 
We fly to our Maker : help, Lord, or we perish ! 

O Jesus, once tossed on the breast of the billow, 
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow, 
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, 
Who cries in his danger, " Help, Lord, or we perish !" 
And, oh ! when the whirlwind of passion is raging. 
When hell in our hearts its wild warfare is waging. 
Arise in thy strength, thy redeemed to cherish ! 
Rebuke the destroyer, — help. Lord, or we perish ! 



"TTe will not deplore thee.''' 

1 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee. 

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb ; 
The Saviour hath passed through its portals before thee, 
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee. 

Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; 
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee. 
And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its mansion forsaking. 

Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long : 
But the sunshine of glory beamed bright on thy waking. 
And full on thine ear burst the seraphim's song. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee, 

Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide : 
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee ; 
And death has no sting, for the Saviour hath died. 

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\jt)^, ^ Come, ye discontolate.''^ 

1 Come, ye disconsolate ! where'er you languish. 

Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel : 
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; 
Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal. 

2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 

Hope of the penitent ; fadeless and pure ; — 
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, 
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00 5. Gratitude to C/D-ist. 

1 I LOVE thee, my God, but not 

For what I hope thereby; 
Nor yet because who love thee not, 

Must die eternally : 
I love thee, my God, and still 

I ever wiW love thee, 
Solely because my God thou art 

Who first hast loved me. 

2 For me, to lowest depths of woe 

Thou didst thyself abase ; 
For me didst bear the cross, the shame, 

And manifold disgrace ; 
For me didst suffer pains unknown, 

Blood-sweat and agony. 
Yea, death itself — all, all for me, 

For me, thine enemy. 

3 Then shall I not, Saviour mine ! 

Shall I not love thee well ? 
Not with the hope of winning heaven. 

Nor of escaping hell ; 
Not with the hope of earning aught. 

Nor seeking a reward. 
But freely, fully, as thyself 

Hast loved me, O Lord ! 

4 4: I . " Q/" whom I am chiefs 

1 I SEE the crowd in !Pilate's hall, 

I mark their wrathful mien ; 
Their shouts of " crucify" appall. 
With blasphemy between. 

2 And of that shouting multitude 

I feel that I am one ; 
And in that din of voices rude, 
I recognize my own. 

3 I see the scourges tear his back, 

I see the piercing crown. 

I I ' 

And of that crowd who smite and mock, 
I feel that I am one. 

4 Around yon cross, the throng I see. 

Mocking the sufferer's groan ; 
Yet still my voice it seems to be. 
As if I mocked alone. 

5 'Twas I that shed the sacred blood; 

I nailed him to the tree ; 
I crucified the Christ of God, 
I joined the mockery! 

6 Yet not the less that blood avails 

To cleanse away my sin ! 
And not the less that cross prevails 
To give me peace within ! 

Casting all your care upon Him^^ 


1 Lord, it belongs not to my care 

Whether I die or live ; 
To love and serve thee is my share, 
And this thy grace must give. 

2 If life be long, I will be glad 

That I may long obey ; 
If short, yet why should I be sad 
To soar to endless day ? 

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 

Than he went through before ; 

No one into his kingdom comes. 

But through his opened door. 

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me 

Thy blessed face to see ; 
For if thy work on earth be sweet. 
What will thy glory be ! 

5 Then shall I end my sad complaints. 

And weary, sinful days. 
And join with all triumphant saints 
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The eye of faith is dim ; 
But 't is enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with him. 

/ am the Vine, ye are the branches^ 


1 Planted in Christ, the living vine, 

This day, with one accord, 
Ourselves, with humble faith and joy, 
We yield to thee, O, Lord ! 

2 Joined in one body may we be : 

One inward life partake ; 
One be our heart, one heavenly hope 
In every bosom wake. 

8 In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils, 
One wisdom be our guide ; 
Taught by one Spirit from above, 
In thee may we abide. 

4 Then, when among the saints in light 
Our joyful spirits shine. 
Shall anthems of immortal praise, 
O Lamb of God, be thine! 

I y Q , Union with Christ in Sorrow, 

1 Who, when beneath affliction's rod. 

Can inward rest attain, 
And bless the chastening love of God 
In some remembered strain ? 

2 Who, when in pain he lies apart. 

And powers of life decay. 
Can muse with holy joy of heart 
On some familiar lay ? 

3 He can suffice for these good things 

Whose mind with Christ's is one; 
Who closely in communion clings 
To God's incarnate Son. 

4 Saviour ! Fount of wondrous might 

Let me this gift receive : 

Thus, Lord, in sorrow's darkest night 
Thy servant's grief relieve. 

5 Let songs of Zion, known of old 
Within the hallowed place. 
My spirit cheer, my faith uphold 

Through thine all-strengthening grace. 

Q ^ \J ," I suffer ; nevertheless^ lam not ashamed."^ 

1 Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, 

And bear the cross for me ? 
And shall I fear to own thy name. 
Or thy disciple be ? 

2 Inspire my soul with life divine. 

And make me truly bold ; 
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, 
Nor love, nor zeal grow cold. 

3 Let mockers scoff", the world defame, 

And treat me with disdain ; 
Still may I glory in thy name. 
And count reproach my gain. 

4 To thee I cheerfully submit. 

And all my powers resign ; 
Let wisdom pomt out what is fit. 
And I '11 no more repine. 

y 4:0» " Whom the Lord loveth He chastemth,'" 

1 O THOU whose mercy guides my way, 

Though now it seem severe, 
Forbid my unbelief to say 
There is no mercy here ! 

2 Oh ! may I, Lord, desire the pain 

That comes in kindness down, 
Far more than sweetest earthly gain. 
Succeeded by a frown. 

3 Then though thou bend my spirit low, 

Love only shall I see ; 
The gracious hand that strikes the blow, 
Was wounded once for me. 


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Through all the earth the echo bounds ! 
And Jesus, by redeeming blood, 
Is bringing sinners back to God, 
And guides them safely by his word 
To endless day. 

Hail, Jesus ! all victorious Lord ! 
Be thou by all mankind adored ! 
For us didst thou the fight maintain, 
And o'er our foes the vict'ry gain, 
That we with thee might ever reign 
In endless day. 

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" Our God will fight for tts." 

3 Fight on, ye conqu'ring souls, fight on ! 
And when the conquest you have won, 
Then palms of vict'ry you shall bear, 
And in his kingdom have a share, 
And crowns of glory ever wear 

In endless day. 

4 There in full chorus shall we join, 
With saints and angels all combine 
To sing of his redeeming love. 
When rolling years shall cease to move ; 
And this shall be our theme above 

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1 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 

His last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
With us to dwell. 

2 He came in tongues of living flame. 

To teach, subdue ; 
All-powerful as the wind he came, 
A* viewless too. 

the Holy Spirit—John 16 : T, 8. 

3 He comes, his graces to impart, 
A willing guest. 

While he can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

4 He breathes that gentle voice we hear, 
As breeze of even ; 

That checks each fault, that calms each 
And speaks of heaven. [fear, 

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''It is weZZ."— 2King3 4: 

1 Through the love of God our Saviour, 

All will be well : 
Free and changeless is his favor ; 

All, all is well : 
Precious is the blood that healed us ; 
Perfect is the grace that sealed us ; 
Strong the hand stretched out to shield us ; 

All must be well, 

2 Though we pass through tribulation, 

All will be well ; 
Ours is such a full salvation ; 

All, all is well : 
Happy, still in God confiding. 
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, 
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding, 

All must be well. 

3 We expect a bright to-morrow ; 

All will be well : 
Faith can sing through days of sorrow. 
All, all is well : 

On our Father's love relying, 
Jesus every need supplying, 
Or in living, or in dying. 
All must be well. 

X JL I 0« " T^'^^P not /or me" 

1 When the spark of life is waning, 

Weep not for me ; 
When the languid eye is straining, 

Weep not for me ; 
When the feeble pulse is ceasing, 
Start not at its swift decreasing ; 
'Tis the fettered soul's releasing ; 

Weep not for me. 

2 When the pangs of death assail me, 

Weep not for me ; 
Christ is mine — he can not fail me ; 

Weep not for me ; 
Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor 
From his love my soul to sever, 
Jesus is my strength for ever : 

Weep not for me. 

6 And all the good that we possess. 
His gift we own ; 
Yea, every thought of holiness, 
And victory won. 

6 Spirit of purity and grace ! 
Our weakness see ; 
Oh, make our hearts thy dwelling-place, 
And worthier thee ! 




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1 Must Jesus bear tlie cross alone, 

And all the world go free ? 
No : there 's a cross for every one, 
And there 's a cross for me. 

2 How happy are the saints above 

Who once went sorrowing here ; 
But now they taste unmingled love, 
And joy without a tear. 

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, 

Till death shall set mc free, 
And then go home my ci'own to wear, — 
For there 's a crown for me ! 

U . imitation of Christ in Self-denial. 

1 We tread the path our Master trod ; 

We bear the cross he bore ; 
And every thorn that wounds our feet 
His temples pierced before. 

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow. 

And oft are bathed in tears ; 
Yet naught but heaven our hopes can 

And naught but sin out fears. 

3 We purge our mortal dross away, 

Refining as we run ; 
And while we die to earth and sense. 
Our heaven is here begun. 

•/ . " Love as brethren.'" 

1 How- sweet, how heavenly is the sigbt, 

^^ hen those who love the Lord 
In one another's peace delight. 
And so fulfill his word ! 

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 

And with him bear a part! 
When sorrow flows from eye to eye 
And joy from heart to heart ! ' 

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride 

Our wishes all above. 
Each can his brother's failings hide, 
And show a brother's love ! 

4 Let love, in one delightful stream. 

Through every bosom flow. 
And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
In every action glow. 

5 Love is the golden chain that binds 

The happy souls above ; 
And he 's an heir of heaven who finds 
His bosom glow w^ith love. 

The cross hefore the crown. 


1 Oh, speed thee. Christian ! on thy way. 

And to thine armor cling ; 
W^ith girded loins the call obey 
Which grace and mercy bring, 

2 There is a battle to be fought, 

An upward race to run, 
A crown of glory to be sought, 
A victory to be won. 

3 Oh, faint not, Christian ! for thy sighs 

Are heard before the throne ; 
The race must come before the prize, 
The cross before the crown. 

' Salvation will God appoint for walls and 


1 Arise, my soul ! my joyful powers. 

And triumph in my God ; 
Awake, my voice ! and loud proclaim 
His glorious grace abroad. 

2 The arms of everlasting love 

Beneath my soul he'placed. 
And on the Rock of Ages set 
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3 The city of my blest abode 

Is walled around with grace ; 
Salvation for a bulwark stands, 
To shield the sacred place. 

4 Arise, my soul ! awake, my voice! 

And tunes of pleasure sing; 
Loud hallelujahs shall address 
My Saviour and my King. 

JL U 7 O • ^ GJiild's Gratitude for Christian Birth. 

1 I THANK the goodness and the grace 

That on my birth have smiled. 
And made me, in these latter days, 
A happy, christian child. 

2 I was not born as thousands are, 

Where God is never known, 
And taught to say a useless prayer 
To gods of wood and stone. 

3 I was not born a little slave, 

To labor in the sun. 
And wish T were but in my grave, 
And all my labor done. 

4 My God, I thank thee, who hast planned 

A better lot for me, 
And placed me in this happy land, 
Where I may hear of thee. 

-LU 4 y. Tlie ransomed Band. 

1 O HAPPY land ! happy land ! 

Where saints and angels dwell ; 
We long to join that glorious band, 
And all their anthems swell. 

2 But every voice in yonder throng 

On earth has breathed a prayer : 
No lips untaught may join that song, 
Or learn the music there. 

3 Thou heavenly Friend ! thou heavenly 

Friend ! 
Oh, hear us when we pray ! 
Now let thy pardoning grace descend, 
And take our sins away. 

4 Be all our fresh, our youthful days 
To thy blest service given : 
Then we shall meet to sing thy praise, 
A ransomed band in heaven. 

X U O O • " Q/' *'"c7t is the kingdom of JTeaven.^' 

1 Around the throne of God in heaven 

Thousands of children stand, — 
Children, whose sins are all forgiven, 
A holy, happy band. 

2 What brought them to that world above, 

That heaven so bright and fair. 
Where all is peace, and joy, and love ? 
How came those children there ? 

3 Because the Saviour shed his blood 

To wash away their sin ; 
Bathed in that pure and precious flood, 
Behold them white and clean. 

4 On earth they sought their Saviour's 

On earth they loved his name : 
So now they see his blessed face. 
And stand before the Lamb. 

JL X O • " ^^ ^^*f^^ ^*^^« rejoice on every side."* 

1 When brighter suns and milder skies 

Proclaim the opening year. 
What various sounds of joy arise! 
What prospects bright appear ! 

2 Earth and her thousand voices give 

Their thousand notes of praise; 
And all, that by his mercy live. 
To God their offering raise. 

3 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear, 

That saw the Saviour rise. 
The spring of heaven's eternal year 
Shall dawn on earth and skies. 

4 No winter there, no shades of night. 

Obscure those mansions blestj 
Where, in the happy fields of light, 
The weary are ai rest, 



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1 The Lord my Shepherd is; 

I shall be well supplied : 
Since he is mine, and I am his, 
What can I want beside ? 

2 lie leads me to the place 

Where heavenly pasture grows ; 
Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim : 
And guides me, in his own right way, 
For his most holy name. 

4 While he affords his aid, 

I can not yield to fear ; 
Though I should walk through death's 
dark shade. 
My Shepherd 's with me there. 

5 In spite of all my foes, 

Thou dost my table spread ; 
My cup with blessings overflows. 
And joy exalts my head. 

6 The bounties of thy love 

Shall crown my future days ; 

Nor from thy house will I remove, 

Nor cease to speak thy praise. 

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Shine graciously within ; 
Brightest of all on earth that 's bright, 
Come, shine away ray sin ! 

2 O everlasting Truth ! 

Truest of all that 's true. 
Sure guide of erring age or youth, 
Lead me and teach me, too. 

3 everlasting Strength ! 

Uphold me in the way ; 

Bring me, in spite of foes, at length, 
To joy, and light, and day. 

4 O everlasting Love ! 

Well-spring of grace and peace. 
Pour down thy fullness from above ; 
Bid doubt and trouble cease. 

5 O everlasting Rest ! 

Lift oflf life's load of care ; 
Relieve, revive this burdened breast. 
And every sorrow bear. 

6 Thou art in heaven our all ; 

Our all on earth art thou : 
Upon thy glorious name we call -, 
Lord Jesus, bless us now ! 

Commit thy way unto the Lord.* 
Psalm 87, 


1 Commit thou all thy griefs 

And ways into his hands ; 
To his sure truth and tender care, 
Who earth and heaven commands— 

2 Who points the clouds their course. 

Whom winds and seas obey ; 
He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
He shall prepare thy way. 

3 On God alone rely; 

Then safe shalt thou go on : 
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye ; 
Then shall thy work be done. 

4 When he makes bare his arm. 

What shall his aim withstand ? 
When he will save his friends from harm, 
Who, who shall stay his hand ? 

5 He hears thy softest prayer. 

He girdeth thee with might; 
His works the purest blessings are ; 
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'■'•Wait thou His time.'''' — Psalm 

1 Give to the winds thy fears ; 

Hope on, be not dismayed : 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; 
God shall lift up thy head. 

2 Through -waves, and clouds and storms, 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou his time : the darkest night 
Shall end in brightest day. 

3 Far, far above thy thought 

His counsel shall appear, 
When fully he the work hath wrought, 
That caused thy needless fear. 

4 What though thou rulest not ! 

Yet heaven and earth and hell 
Proclaim — God sitteth on the throne, 
And ruleth all things well. 

I 0O« ''''There is laid up for me a crown.'''' 

1 If Jesufi be my friend. 

And I to him belong, 
I care not what my foes intend. 
Though fierce they be, and strong. 

2 I rest upon the ground 

Of Jesus and his blood ; 
For I in him alone have found 
The true, eternal good. 

3 He whispers in my breast 

Sweet words of holy cheer, 
How all who seek in God their rest 
Shall ever find him near ; 

4 How God hath built above 

A city fair and new. 
Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
What faith has counted true. 

6 My heart for gladness springs ; 
It can not more be sad ; 

For very joy it smiles and singg,— 
Sees naught but sunshine gTad. 
6 The sun that lights mine eyes. 
Is Christ, the Lord I love ; 

I sing for joy of that which lies 
Stored up for me above. 

Perfect Peace in Christ. 
Isaiah 26: 3. 


1 Thou very present aid 

In sufiering and distress. 
The soul which still on thee is stayed, 
Is kept in perfect peace. 

2 The soul, by faith reclined 

On the Redeemer's breast, 
'Mid raging storms exults to find 
An everlasting rest, 

3 Sorrow and fear are gone 

Whene'er thy face appears : 
It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 
And dries the widow's tears : 

4 It hallows every cross ; 

It sweetly comforts me ; 
Makes me forget my every loss, 
And find my all in thee. 

5 Jesus, to whom I fly. 

Doth all my wishes fill : 
What though created streams are dry ; 
I have the fountain still. 

6 Stripped of my earthly friends, 

I find them all in One ; 
And peace and joy that never ends. 
And heaven in Christ begun. 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship tbee, 

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994. " Glorify thyself in me^ 

1 Father of eternal grace, 

Glorify thyself in me ; 
Meekly beaming in my face, 
May the world thine image see. 

2 Happy only in thy love, 

Poor, unfriended, or unknown, 
Fix my thoughts on things above, 
Stay my heart on thee alone. 

3 Humble, holy, all resigned 

To thy will — thy will be done ! 
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind 
Of thy well-beloved Son. 

4 Counting gain and glory loss, 

May I tread the path he trod, — 
Die with Jesus on the cross. 
Rise with him to thee, my God. 

X UU 4 • "-% grace are ye saved, throiigh faith* 

1 Joyful be the hours to day ; 

Joyful let the season be ; 
Let us sing, for well we may : 
Jesus ! we will sing of thee. 

2 Should thy people silent be. 

Then the very stones would sing : 
What a debt we owe to thee, 

Thee, our Saviour, thee our King ! 

3 Joyful are we now to own. 

Rapture thrills us as we trace 
All the deeds thy love hath done. 
All the riches of thy grace. 

4 'T is thy grace alone can save ; 

Every blessing comes from thee — 
All we have and hope to have, 
All we are and hope to be. 

5 Thine the Name to sinners dear! 

Thine the Name all names before I 
Blessed here and every where ; 
Blessed now and evermore I 

Oo4:. Look to Christ. 

1 Wkary sinner ! keep thine eyes 
On the atoning Sacrifice ; 
View him bleeding on the tree. 
Pouring out his life for thee. 

2 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne ; 
"Weeping soul, no longer mourn : 
Now by faith the Son embrace, 
Plead his promise, trust his grace. 

3 Cast thy guilty soul on him ; 
Find him mighty to redeem : 
At his feet thy burden lay ; 
Look thy doubts and care away. 

4 Lord, come thou with power to heal ; 
Now thy mighty arm reveal : 

At thy feet myself I lay ; 
Take, oh, take my sins away ! 

" Have mercy upon me, Lord ; for I am 
weak,'''' — Psalm 6. 


1 Gently, gently lay thy rod 
On my sinful head, God ! 
Stay thy wrath — in mercy stay. 
Lest I sink before its sway ! 

2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak ; 
Heal me, for thy grace I seek : 
This, my only plea, I make. 
Heal me for thy mercy's sake ! 

3 Who within the silent grave 
Shall proclaim thy power to save ? 
Lord, my trembling soul reprieve ; 
Speak ! and I shall rise and live. 

4 Lo! he comes; he heeds my plea; 
Lo ! he comes ; the shadows flee ; 
Glory round me dawns once more, — 
Rise, my spirit, and adore ! 



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(?tw Example in Suffering. 

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, 

Ye that feel the tempter^s power ; 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

Watch with him one bitter hour : 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall. 

View the Lord of life arraigned : 
Oh the wormwood and the gall ! 

Oh the pangs his soul sustained ! 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 

3 Calv'ry's mournful mountain climb ; 

There, adoring at his feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete : 
" It is finished," hear him cry ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb 

Where they laid his breathless clay 
All is solitude and gloom ; — 

Who hath taken him away ? 
Christ is risen ! he meets our eyes : 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 


Oeih8emane.--'La\Q 22 : 89—44. 

Many woes had Christ endured, 
Many sore temptations met. 

Patient and to pains inured ; 
But the sorest trial yet 

Was to be sustained in thee, 
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane ! 

2 Came at length the dreadful night ; 

Vengeance, with its iron rod, 
Stood, and with collected might, 

Bruised the harmless Lamb of God : 
See, my soul, thy Saviour see 
Prostrate in Gethsemane ! 

3 There my God bore all my guilt : 

This, through grace, can be believed ; 
But the horrors which he felt 

Are too vast to be conceived : 
None can penetrate through thee. 
Doleful, dark Gethsemane ! 

4 Sins against a holy God, 

Sins against his righteous laws, 
Sins against his love, his blood. 

Sins against his name and cause — 
Sins immense as is the sea ! 
Hide me, O Gethsemane ! 

5 Here 's my claim, and here alone : 

None a Saviour more can need ; 
Deeds of righteousness I 've none ; 

No : not one good work to plead : 
Not a glimpse of hope for me. 
Only in Gethsemane. 

6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One almighty God of love, 
Hymned by all the heavenly host, 

In thy shining courts above ! 
We adore thee, gracious Three — 
Bless thee for Gethsemane. 



NILO. L. M. 

'* Behold, I stand at the door, and knocTc.'''' 
llev. 8 : 20. 

1 Behold a Stranger at the door : 

He gently knocks, lias knocked before ; 
Has waited long, is 'waiting still : 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

2 Oh, lovely attitude ! he stands 
"With melting heart and open hands : 
Oh, matchless kindness ! — and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes! 

3 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, 
Turn out his enemy and thine ; 
Turn out thy soul-enslaving sin, 
And let the heavenly Stranger in. 

4 Oh, welcome him, the Prince of Peace ! 
Xow may his gentle reign increase ! 
Throw wide the door, each willing mind ; 
And be his empire all mankind. 

Ott jC. ■^"' Evening Expostulation. 

1 Oh, do not let the word depart. 

And close thine eyes against the light ; 
Poor sinner, harden not thy heart : 
Thou wouldst be saved* why not to-night? 

2 To-morrow's sun may never rise 
To bless thy long deluded sight; 
This is the time ; oh, then be wise \ 
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night? 

3 Our God in pity lingers still ; 

And wilt thou thus his love requite ? 
Renounce at length thy stubborn will : 
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night? 

4 Our blessed Lord refuses none 

Who would to him their souls unite ; 
Then be the work of grace begun : 
Thou wouldst be saved; why not to-night? 

OO^, " Lord, what wilt TIiou have m^ to do ?" 

1 My gracious Lord, I own thy right 
To every service I can pay, 

And call it my supreme delight 
To hear thy dictates and obey. 

2 What is my being, but for thee. 
Its sure support, its noblest end ? 
Thine ever smiling face to see. 

And serve the cause of such a Friend. 

3 I would not breathe for wordly joy, 
Or to increase my wordly good ; 
Nor future days nor powers employ 
To spread a sounding name abroad. 

4 'T is to my Saviour I would live, 
To him who for my ransom died ; 
Nor could the bowers of Eden give 
Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 

5 His work my hoary age shall bless, 
When youthful vigor is no more ; 
And my last hour of life confess 
His dying love, his saving power. 

O 4 • «^y <>f Consecration to Christ. 

1 Oh, sweetly breathe the lyres above, 
When angels touch the quivering string. 
And wake, to chant Immanuel's love, 
Such strains as angel-lips can sing ! 

2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell, 
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays ; 
When pardoned souls their raptures tell. 
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 

3 Jesus, thy name our souls adore; 

We own the bond that makes us thine ; 
And carnal joys, that charmed before, 
For thy dear sake we now resign. 

4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 
Accept thine offered grace to-day ; 
Beneath the cross, wnth blood bedewed. 
We bow, and give ourselves away. 

5 In thee we trust, — on thee rely ; 
Though we are feeble, thou art strong ; 
Oh, keep us till our spirits fly 

To join the bright, immortal throng! 


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27ie Joy unknown in Heaven. 


1 Trembling, before thine awful tliroiie, 
O Lord, in dust my sins I own : 
Justice and mercy for my life 
Contend ; oli, smile, and lieal tlie strife ! 

2 The Saviour smiles — upon my soul 
New tides of hope tumultuous roll ! 
His voice proclaims my pardon found ; 
Seraphic transport wings the sound ! 

3 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven — 
The new-born peace of sins forgiven : 
Tears of such pure and deep delight, 
Ye angels ! never dimmed your sight. 

4 Ye know where morn exulting springs. 
And evening folds her drooping wings; 
Loud is your song : the heavenly plain 
Is shaken by your choral strain. 

6 But I amid your choirs shall shine, 
And all your knowledge will be mine.; 
Ye on your harps must lean to hear 
A secret chord that mine will bear ! 


Blessedness of Love to God. 

1 An, happy hours ! whene'er upsp rings 
My soul to yon eternal Source, 
Whence the glad river downward sings, 
Watering with goodness all my course. 

2 Can I, with loveless heart, receive 
Tokens of love that never cease ? 
Can I be thankless. Lord, and grieve 
Thee, who art all my joy and peace ? 

3 Forth from thy rich and bounteous store 
Life's common blessings daily flow ; 
More than I dare to ask, far more 
Than I deserve, dost thou bestow. 

Nor here alone : hope pierces far 
Through all the shades of earth and time ; 
Faith mounts beyond the farthest ctar ; 
Yon shining heights she fain would climb. 

Our faith shall rise to sight ere long ; 
Soon will that hour of transport come, 
When we shall join the angels' song 
Of praise to him who brought us home. 

Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice^ 


1 Oil, happy day, that fixed my choice 
On thee, my Saviour, and my God ! 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice. 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 
To him who merits all my love! 
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
While to that sacred shrine I move. 

3 'T is done, the great transaction's done; 
I am my Lord's, and he is mine : 

He drew me, and I followed on, 
Charmed to confess the voice divine. 

4 Now, rest, my long-divided heart! 
Fixed on this blissful center, rest ; 
With ashes who would grudge to part. 
When called on angels' bread to feast. 

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 
That vow renewed shall daily hear ; 
Till in life's latest hour I bow. 

And bless in death a bond so dear. 


Praise God, from whom all blessings 

Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 









" L«t every thing that hath breath praise 
the Zo/-rf."— Psalm 160. 


1 Praise the Lord, his glories show, 
Saints within his courts below, 
Angels round his throne above, 
All that see and share his love ! 

2 Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, 
Tell his wonders, sing his worth ; 
Age to age, and shore to shore, 
Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 

3 Praise the Lord, his mercies trace ; 
Praise his providence and grace — 
All that he for man hath done. 
All he sends us through his Son. 

4 Strings and voices, hands and hearts. 
In the concert bear your parts : 

All that breathe, your Lord adore ; 
Praise him, praise him, evermore ! 

An ancient Hymn of the JSeaurrection. 


1 Jesus Christ is risen to-day — 
Our triumphant holy day — 
Who did once, upon the cross, 
Suffer to redeem our loss. 

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing 
Unto Christ, our heavenly King ; 
Who endured the cross and grave. 
Sinners to redeem and save. 

3 But the pain which he endured 
Our salvation hath procured ; 
Honor, then, to him, and praise, 
Rising on this Day of days ! 

Morning at the Tomb. 


1 Morning breaks upon the tomb ; 
Jesus scatters all its gloom : 
Day of triumph through the skies ! 
See the glorious Saviour rise ! 

Christian ! dry your flowing tears ; 
Chase those unbelieving fears : 
Look on his deserted grave ; 
Doubt no more his power to save. 

Ye, who are of death afraid. 
Triumph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious cares away : 
See the place where Jesus lay ! 

Lo ! the rising sun appears. 
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres ; 
Lo ! returning beams of light 
Chase the terrors of the night. 

A victorious Saviour.— Hey. 1 : 18. 


1 Crowns of glory ever bright 

Rest upon the Conqueror's head ; 
Crowns of glory are his right, — 
His, " who liveth and was dead.*' 

2 He subdued the powers of hell ; 

In the fight he stood alone : 
All his foes before him fell. 
By his single arm overthrown. 

3 His the battle, his the toil ; 

His the honors of the day ; 
His the glory and the spoil : 
Jesus bears them all away. 

4 Now proclaim his deeds afar ; 

Fill the world with his renown : 
His alone the victor's car ; 
His the everlasting crown ! 

OO^, " !^« ^ing of Zion:' 

1 Sons of Zion, raise your songs ! 
Praise to Zion's King belongs ; 
His the victor's crown and fame; 
Glory to the Saviour's name ! 




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6 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
But the Changeless can not change : 
Gladly will I journey on, 
With his arm to lean upon. 

X X O V/» " Th^ King of Icings, and Lord of lords."" 

1 Wake the song of jubilee! 
Let it echo o'er the sea : 

Now is come the promised hour; 
Jesus reigns with sovereign power. 

2 All ye nations ! join and sing, 

" Christ, of lords and kings, is King I'* 
Let it sound from shore to shore, 
" Jesus reigns for evermore 1" 

3 Now the desert lands rejoice, 
And the islands join their voice ; 
Joy ! the whole creation sings, 

" Jesus is the King of kings !" 

"1 "I ^ O " JSing tmio the Lord, who prepar^th 
JL J- Tt «J • rain for the earth." 

1 Praise on thee, in Zion's gates, 
Daily, O Jehovah, waits ; 
Unto thee, God, belong 
Grateful words and holy song. 

2 Thou the hope and refuge art 
Of remotest lands apart ; 
Distant isles and tribes unknown, 
'Mid the ocean waste and lone. 

3 Thou dost visit earth, and rain 
Blessings on the thirsty plain. 
From the copious founts on high, 
From the rivers of the sky. 

4 Thus the clouds thy power confess, 
And thy paths drop fruitfulness, 
And the voice of song and mirth 
Rises from the tribes of earth ! 

2 Sore the strife, but rich the prize, . 
Precious in the Victor's eyes : 
Glorious is the work achieved, 
Satan vanquished, man relieved ! 

3 Sing we then the Victor's praise ; 
Go ye forth and strew the ways ; 
Bid him welcome to his throne : 
He is worthy, he alone ! 

4 Place the crown upon, his brow ; 
Every knee to him shall bow : 
Him the brightest seraph sings ; 
Heaven proclaims him " King of kings !" 

^X0« Support in Ch/rist. 

1 Everlasting arms of love 
Are beneath, around, above : 
He who left his throne of light. 
And unnumbered angels bright ; 

2 He who on th' accursed tree 
Gave his precious life for me— 
He it is that bears me on, 
His the arm I lean upon. 

3 He who now, enthroned above. 
Still retains his heart of love. 
Marking still each falling tear 
Of his burdened pilgrims here ; 

4 He who wields creation's rod, 
He my Brother, yet my God ; 
Faithful he, whate'er betide. 
Is my everlasting Guide ! 

6 All things hasten to decay, 
Earth and seas will pass away ; 
Soon will yonder circling sun 
Cease his blazing course to run. 






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±0 0» Psalm 18. 

1 Just are thy ways, and true thy word, 
Great Rock of my secure abode ; 
Who is a God, beside the Lord ? 

Or where 's a refuge like our God ? 

2 'T is he that girds me with his might, 
Gives me his holy sword to wield ; 
And while with sin and hell L fight, 
Spreads his salvation for my shield. 

3 He lives, and blessed be my Rock ; 
The God of my salvation lives ; 
The dark designs of hell he broke ; 
Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 

jbo» ^' I would for ever speak Bis name J''' 

1 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross 
Where my Redeemer loved and died ! 
Her noblest life my spirit draws 

From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 

2 I would for ever speak his name, 
In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
And worship at his Father's throne. 

4: Do. Prayer for the Teaching of the Spirit. 

1 Come, blessed Spirit ! Source of light. 
Whose power and grace are unconfined. 
Dispel the gloomy shades of night. 
The thicker darkness of the mind. 

2 To mine illumined eyes display 

The glorious truths thy word reveals ; 
Cause me to run the heavenly way ; 
The book unfold, and loose the seals. 

3 Thine inward teachings make me know 
The mysteries of redeeming love, 

The vanity of things below. 
And excellence of things above. 

4 While through this dubious maze I stray, 
Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad ; 
Oh, show the dangers of the way, 
And guide my feeble steps to God. 

O ^» Longing for Freedom from Sin. 

1 Jesus demands this heart of mine, 
Demands my love, my joy, my care; 
But ah ! how dead to things divine, 
How cold my best affections are ! 

2 'Tis sin, alas ! with dreadful power, 
Divides my Saviour from my sight ; 
Oh, for one happy, cloudless hour 
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight ! 

3 Lord ! let thy love shine forth and raise 
My captive powers from sin and death, 
And fill my heart with life and praise, 
And tune my last expiring breath. 

I 4:0. "^« died for alV 

1 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb, 
Who from the Father's bosom came, 
Who died for me, e'en me t' atone, — 
Now for my Loi-d and God I own. 

2 Lord, I believe, thy precions blood, 
Which, at the mercy-seat of God 
For ever doth for sinners plead, ' 
For me, in all my sins, was shed. 

3 Lord, I believe were sinners more 
Than sands upon the ocean shore. 
Thou hast for all a ransom paid. 
For all a full atonement made. 

4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
Thus all heaven's armies, bought with 

Saviour of sinners thee proclaim, — 
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5 Jesus ! be endless praise to tliee, 

Whose boundless mercy hath for me — 
For me, and all thy hands have made, 
An everlasting ransom paid. 

" Give me Tliysclf^ — / ask no more.'''' 


1 My dearest Lord, whose changeless love 
To me, nor earth nor hell can part ; 
When shall my feet forget to rove ? 

Ah ! what shall fix this faithless heart ? 

2 Why do these cares my soul divide, 
If thou indeed hast set me free ? 
Why am I thus, if thou hast died, 
If thou hast died to ransom me ? 

3 Great God ! thy sovereign aid impart, 
And guard the gifts thyself hast given ; 
My portion thou, my treasure art. 
And life, and happiness, and heaven. 

4 Would aught with thee my wishes share, 
Though dear as life the idol be. 

That idol from my breast I '11 tear. 
Resolved to seek my all from thee. 

5 Whate'er I fondly counted mine, 
To thee, my Lord, I here restore; 
I gladly all for thee resign : 
Give me thyself, — I ask no more. 

" Brethren, pray for tt«.' 


1 Father of mercies, bow thine ear, 
Attentive to our earnest prayer ; 

We plead for those who plead for thee ; 
Successful pleaders may they be. 

2 Clothe thou with energy divine 

Their words, and let those words be thine ; 
Teach them immortal souls to gain, 
Nor let them labor, Lord, in vain. 

3 Let thronging multitudes around 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; 
And light thro' distant realms be spread, 
Till Zion rears her drooping head. 

X UUtl* Welcome to a Pastor. 

1 W^E bid thee welcome in the name 
Of Jesus, our exalted Head ; 
Come as a servant : so he came; 
And we receive thee in his stead. 

2 Come as a shepherd ; guard and keep 
This fold from hell, and earth, and sin; 
Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, 
The wounded heal, the lost bring in. 

3 Come as a teacher, sent from God, 
Charged his whole counsel to declare; 
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod. 
While we uphold thy hands with prayer, 

4 Come as a messenger of peace, 
Filled with the spirit, fired with love! 
Live to behold our large increase. 
And die to meet us all above. 

X U U O • ^Entering into Covenant with God, 

1 While to thy table I repair, 

And seal the sacred contract there, 
Witness, O Lord ! my solemn vow : 
Angels and men ! attest it, too. 

2 Here at that cross, where flows the blood 
That bought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee, Lord and Master, now I call, 

I consecrate to thee my all. 

3 Do thou assist a feeble worm 

The great engagement to perform ; 
Thy grace can full assistance lend, 
And on that grace I dare depend. 



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1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 

Behold a royal feast ! 
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 
For every humble guest. 

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ; 

He calls, he bids you come ; 
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; 
But see, there yet is room — 

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart : 

There love and pity meet; 

Nor will he bid the soul depart 

Tliat trembles at his feet. 

4 Oh, come, and with his children taste 

The blessings of his love; 
"While hope attends the sweet repast 
Of nobler joys above. 

5 There, with united heart and voice, 

Before th' eternal throne. 
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice 
In ecstasies unknown. 

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more 

Are welcome still to come : 
Ye longing souls, the grace adore ; 
Approach, there yet is room. 

%J\}K9* " / Jieard the voice, of Jesua."" 

1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 

" Come unto me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast :" 
I came to Jesus as I was. 

Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
I found in him a resting-place, 

And he has made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

"Behold, I freely give 

The living water ! thirsty one, 
Stoop down, and drink, and live." 

I came to Jesus, and I drank 
Of that life-giving stream : 

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 
And now I live in him. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" I am this dark world's light : 
Look unto me ; thy morn shall rise. 

And all thy day be bright." 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I '11 walk 

Till all my journey 's done. 

I J. I . Mine— Thine.— \ Cor. 15 : 10. 

1 All that I was, my sin, my guilt, 

My death, was all my own : 
All that I am I owe to thee, 
My gracious God, alone. 

2 The evil of my former state 

Was mine, and only mine : 
The good in which I now rejoice 
Is thine, and only thine. 

3 The darkness of my former state, 

The bondage, — ail w^as mine : 
The light of life in which I walk. 
The liberty — is thine. 

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 

And taught me to believe : 
Then, in believing, peace I found. 
And now, I live, I live ! 

5 All that I am ev'n here on earth. 

All that I hope to be 
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,— 
I owe it, Lord, to thee. 








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1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies, 

And look within the vail ; 
There springs of endless pleasures rise — 
The waters never fail. 

2 There I behold, with sweet delight, 

The blessed Three in One ; 
And strong affections fix my sight 
On God's incarnate Son. 

3 His promise stands for ever firm ; 

His grace shall ne'er depart ; 
He binds my name upon his arm, 
And seals it on his heart. 

4 Xight are the pains that nature brings : 

How short our sorrows are, 
When with eternal future things 
The present we compare ! 

6 I would not be a stranger still 
To that celestial place, 
Where I for ever hope to dwell 
Near my Redeemer's face. 

4 • " JSlessed are the merciful^ 

1 Blest is the man whose softening heart 

Feels all another's pain ; 
To whom the supplicating eye 
Was never raised in vain : — 

2 Whose breast expands with generous 

A stranger's woe to feel ; 
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the power to heal. 

3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms 

To every child of grief; 
His secret bounty largely flows, 
And brings unasked relief. 

4 To gentle offices of love 

His feet are never slow ; 
He views, through mercy's melting eye, 
A brother in a foe. 

5 He hears the Saviour's cheering word, 

" My peace to him I give ;" 
And when he kneels before the throne. 
His trembling soul shall live. 

t/ O t/ • " -^y meditation of Mm shall be sweet." 

1 When languor and disease invade 

This trembling house of clay, 
'T is sweet to look beyond my pain, 
And long to fly away ; 

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of his love ; 
Sweet to look upward to the place 
Where Jesus pleads above ; 

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest. 

Whose love can never end ; 
Sweet on his covenant of grace 
For all things to depend ; 

4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith. 

To trust his firm decrees ; 
Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
And know no will but his. 

5 If such the sweetness of the streams, 

What must the fountain be 
Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
Direct, O Lord, from thee ? 


To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
One God, whom we adore. 

Be glory as it was, is now. 
And shall be evermore. 



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" Peace I leave with you. 

1 Peace be to this sacred dwelling, 

Peace to every soul therein ; 
Peace, of heavenly joy foretelling. 

Peace, the fruit of conquered sin ; 
Peace, that speaks its heavenly Giver; 

Peace to worldly minds unknown ; 
Peace divine, that flows for ever 

From its source, the Lord alone. 

2 Prince of peace! for ever near us. 

Fix in all our hearts thy home ; 
With thy bright appearing cheer us'; 

Let thy blessed kingdom come ! 
Come, with sweeter consolation. 

Come, and give our souls to prove 
All the joys of thy salvation. 

All the joys that spring from love. 


Brief Ascription of Praise. 

Worship, honor, glory, blessing. 

Lord, we offer to thy name ; 
Young and old, their thanks expressing. 

Join thy goodness to proclaim; 
As the hosts of heaven adore thee. 

We, too, bow before thy throne; 
As the angels serve before thee, 

So on earth thy will be done. 


'^Thou shaU call thy walls salvation."' 
Isaiah 60 : 18-20. 

Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken, 
O my people, faint and few, 

Comfortless, afflicted, broken. 
Fair abodes I build fur you; 

Scenes of heartfelt tribulation 

Shall no more perplex your ways ; 

You shall name your walls " Salvation," 
And your gates shall all be "Praise." 

Ye no more your suns descending. 

Waning moons no more shall see ; 
But your griefs for ever ending, 

Find eternal noon in me. 
God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, 

Change to day the gloom of night; 
He, the Lord, shall be your Glory, 

God your everlasting Light. 


" Jesus, I my cross have taken.''' 

1 Jesus, I my cross have taken. 

All to leave and follow thee ; 
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 

Thou, from hence, my all shall be : 
Perish every fond ambition. 

All I've sought, or hoped, or known; 
Yet how rich is my condition ! 

God and heaven are still my own. 

2 Let the world despise and leave me, 

They have left my Saviour, too ; 
Human hearts and looks deceive me ; 

Thou art not, like them, untrue : 
And while thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might. 
Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me; 

Show thy face, and all is bright. 

3 Man may trouble and distress me, 

'Twill but drive me to thy breast; 
Life with trials hard may press me, 

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 
Oh 1 'tis not in grief to harm me. 

While thy love is left to me; 
Oh ! 't were not in joy to charm me, 

Were that joy unmixed with thee. 

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Glorying in the Cross. 

1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime, 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy. 
Never shall the cross forsake me : 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon my way, 
From the cross the radiance streaming. 
Adds new luster to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure. 

By the cross are sanctified ; 
Peace is there, that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 

5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o^er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

(3t:0» "Come, Ihou Fount of emery bleming.'^ 

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing. 

Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for songs of loudest praise. 

2 Teach me some melodious measure. 

Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Oh the vast, the boundless treasure 
Of thy free, unchanging love ! 

3 Jesus sought me when a stranger. 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger. 
Interposed his precious blood. 

4 Oh, to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I 'm constrained to be ! 

Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
Bind my wandering heart to thee. 

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here 's my heart ; oh, take and seal it,- 

Seal it for thy courts above ! 

y y U • " upward, onward /" 

1 Like the eagle, upward, onward, 

Let my soul in faith be borne ; 
Calmly gazing, skyward, sunward, 
Let my eye unshrinking turn ! 

2 Where the cross, God's love revealing, 

' Sets the fettered spirit free, 
Where it sheds its wondrous healing, 
There, my soul, thy rest shall be ! 

3 Oh, may I, no longer dreaming. 

Idly waste my golden day. 
But, each precious hour redeeming, 
Upward, onward press my way 1 

JLJmi^X)* ^^^^ yonder. 

1 This is not my place of resting, — 

Mine 's a city yet to come ; 
Onward to it I am hasting — 
On to my eternal home. 

2 In it all is light and glory ; 

O'er it shines a nightless day : 
Every trace of sin's sad story. 
All the curse, hath passed away. 

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 

By the streams of life along, — 
On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
Turns our sighing into song. 

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 

Soon we bid farewell to pain ; 
Never more are sad or weary, 


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Q 1 Q " Despised and rejected of men:' 

1 Rejected and despised of men, 

Behold a man of woe ! 
And grief his close companion still 
Through all his life below ! 

2 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours, 

Ours were the woes he bore : 
Pangs, not his own, his spotless soul. 
With bitter anguish tore. 

3 We held him as condemned of Heaven, 

An outcast from his God : 
While for our sins he groaned, he bled, 
Beneath his Father's rod. 

4 His sacred blood hath washed our souls 

From sin's polluting stain ; 
His stripes have, and his death 
Revived our souls again. 

OOU. "■-Against Thee, Thee only, have I simted:'' 

1 Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet 

A guilty rebel lies ; 
And upward to thy mercy-seat 
Presumes to lift his eyes. 

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice 

To pay the debt I owe. 
Tears should from both my weeping 
In ceaseless torrents flow. 

3 But no such sacrifice I plead 

To expiate my guilt ; 
No tears, but those which thou hast 
No blood, but thou hast spilt. 

4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord ! 

And all my sins forgive : 
Justice will well approve the word 
That bids the sinner live. 

OUiW. "-^lasJ and did my Saviov^ bleed V* 

1 Alas i and did my Saviour bleed ? 

And did my Sovereign die ? 
Would he devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Was it for crimes that I had done 

He groaned upon the tree ? 
Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in. 
When God, the mighty Maker, died 
For man the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 

While his dear cross appears ; 

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness. 

And melt mine eyes to tears. 

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe : 
Here, Lord, I give myself away ; 
'T is all that I can do. 



Forgixieness from the Cross. 

I saw One hanging on a tree, 

In agony and blood, 
Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 

As near the cross I stood. 

2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, 

Can I forget that look : 
It seemed to charge me with his death. 
Though not a word he spoke. 

3 Alas ! I knew not what I did, 

But now my tears are vain ; 
Where shall my trembling soul be hid. 
For I the Lord have slain. 

4 A second look he gave, that said, 

'' I freely all forgive : 
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O O • Sorrow for Sin, in View of the Cross. 

1 Oh, if my soul were formed for woe, 

How would I vent my sighs ! 

Repentance should like rivers flow 

From both my streaming eyes. 

2 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord 

Hung on the cursed tree ; 
And groaned away a dying life 
For thee, my soul, for thee ! 

3 Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine 

That crucified my God — 
Those sins that pierced and. nailed 


Fast to the fatal wood ! 

4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die ; 

My heart has so decreed ; 
Nor will I spare the guilty things 
That made my Saviour bleed. 

5 While with a melting, broken heart. 

My murdered Lord I view, 
I '11 raise revenge against my sins, 
And slay the murderers, too. 

rv Q Y " I'Ord, my heart is not haughty,'" 

00 % • Psalm 131. 

1 Is there ambition in my heart ? 

Search, gracious God, and see ; 
Or do I act a haughty part ? 
Lord, I appeal to thee. 

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, 

My words and actions mild ; 
Content, my Father, with thy will, 
And quiet as a child. 

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, 

Shall have a large reward : 
Let saints in sorrow lie resigned, 
And trust a faithful Lord. 

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I My God ! — oh^ could I m.ake the claim — 
My Father and my Friend — 

And call thee mine by every name 
On which thy saints depend ! 

2 By every name of power and love, 

I would thy grace entreat ; 
Nor should my humble hope remove, 
Nor leave thy mercy-seat. 

3 Yet, tho' my soul in darkness mourns, 

Thy word is all my stay ; 
Here would I rest till light returns : 
Thy presence makes my day. 

4 Speak, Lord ! and bid celestial peace 

Relieve my aching heart ; 
Oh, smile, and bid my sorrows cease, 
And all the gloom depart ! 

5 Then shall my drooping spirit rise. 

And bless the healing rays ; 
And change these deep, complaining 
To songs of sacred praise. 

"/n Him, we live, and mote, and ha/ve 
our being.'''' 


1 Lord, what is man ! that child of pride, 

That boasts his high degree ! 
If left one moment to himself. 
He sinks — and where is he ? 

2 In thee I live, and move, and am ; 

Thou dealest out my days : 
Lord, as thou dost renew my life, 
Let me renew thy praise. 

3 To thee I come, from thee I am, 

For thee I still would be ; 

'T is better for me not to live, 

Than not to live to thee. 

4 Thou art my living fountain, Lord ; 

On me thy streams still flow : 
Myself I render up to thee. 
To whom myself I owe. 





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' " Our Father which art in neaven."" 

'• Matt 6. Luke 11. 

Our heavenly Father, hear 
The prayer we offer now : 

Thy name be hallowed far and near ; 
To thee all nations bow ! 

Tliy kingdom come, thy will 

On earth be done in love, 
As saints and seraphim fulfill 

Thy perfect law above. 
Our daily bread supply, 

While by thy word we live ; 
The guilt of our iniquity 

Forgive, as we forgive. 

From dark temptation's power, 

From Satan's wiles defend ; 
Deliver in the evil hour. 

And guide us to the end ! 
Thine, then, for ever be 

Glory and power divine ; 
The scepter, throne, and majesty 

Of heaven and earth are thine ! 

"^« a father pitieth his children.''^ 
Psalm 103. 


1 The pity of the Lord 

To those that fear his name, 

Is such as tender parents feel : 

He knows our feeble frame. 

?. He knows we are but dust. 

Scattered with every breath ; 
His anger, like a rising wind, 
Can send us swift to death. 
3 Our davs are as the grass, 

Or like the morning flower; 
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 
It withers in an hour. 

4 But thy compassions, Lord, 
To endless years endure ; 
And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. 

" Descend in all Thy power." 
Acts 2. 


1 Lord God, the Holy Ghost ! 

In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 
Descend in all thy power. 

2 We meet with one accord 

In our appointed place. 
And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all grace. 

3 Like mighty rushing wind 

Upon the waves beneath. 
Move with one impulse every mind ; 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

4 The young, the old, inspire 

With wisdom fiom above ; 
And give us hearts and tongues of fire, 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

Spirit of light, explore 

And chase our gloom away. 
With luster shining more and more 

Unto the perfect day. 
6 Spirit of truth, be thou. 

In life and death, our guide : 
Spirit of adoption ! now 

May we be sanctified. 

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1 Dear Saviour ! we are thine. 
By everlasting bonds ; 
Our hearts, our souls, we would resign 
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2 To thee we still would cleave 

With ever-growing zeal ; 
If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
Oh, let them ne'er prevail ! 

3 Thy Spirit shall unite 

Our souls to thee, our Head; 
Shall form in us thine image bright. 
And teach thy paths to tread. 

4 Death may our souls divide 

From these abodes of clay ; 
But love shall keep us near thy side. 
Through all the gloomy way. 

6 Since Christ and we are one. 

Why should we doubt or fear ? 
If he in heaven has fixed his throne. 
He '11 fix his members there. 

I V 1 1 '^^ Let me die the death of the rioTiieous.'''' 
J-'^-L J-. Num. 23: 10. 

1 Oh for the death of those 
Who slumber in the Lord ! 
Oh, be like theirs my last repose, 
Like theirs my last reward ! 


Their bodies in the ground 

In silent hope may lie, 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 

Shall call them to the sky. 

Their ransomed spirits soar. 
On wings of faith and love. 

To meet the Saviour they adore. 
And reign with him above. 

With us their names shall live 
Through long, succeeding years, 

Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 
Our praises and our tears. 

Oh for the death of those 

Who slumber in the Lord ! 
Oh, be like theirs my last repose, 

Like theirs my last reward ! 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 

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Q A " T/ider the shadow of the Almighty:' 
AiO\J» Psalm 84 

1 Through all the changing scenes of life, 

In trouble and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 

2 Of his deliverance I will boast, 

Till all who are distressed 
From my example comfort take, 
And charm their griefs to rest. 

3 Oh, magnify the Lord with me. 

With me exalt his name ! 
AVhen in distress to him I called, 
He to my rescue came. 

4 The hosts of God encamp around 

The dwellmgs of the just ; 
Deliverance he affords to all 
Who on his succor trust. 

5 Oh, make but trial of his love : 

Experience will decide 
How blest are they, and only they, 
Who in his truth confide. 

6 Fear him, ye saints, and ye will then 

Have nothing else to fear ; 
Make ye his service your delight. 
He '11 make your wants his care. 

An ancient Hymn of Praise to Christ. 


1 We sing to thee, thou Son of God, 

Thou source of life and grace ! 
We praise thee, Son of Man, whose blood 
Redeemed our fallen race ! 

2 Thee we acknowledge God and Lord, 

The Lamb for sinners slain ; 
Who art by heaven and earth adored, 
Worthy o'er both to reign ! 

3 To thee all angels cry aloud. 

Through heaven's extended coasts ; 
Hail, holy, holy, hoi}* Lord 
Of glory and of hosts ! 

4 The prophets' goodly fellowship, 

In radiant garments dressed, 
Praise thee, thou Son of God, and reap 
The fullness of thy rest. 

5 Th' apostles' glorious company 

Thy righteous praise proclaim ; 
The martyred army glorify 
Thine everlasting name. 

6 Throughout the world thy churches join 

To call on thee, their Head, — 
Brightness of Majesty divine. 
Who every power hast made ! 

7 Among their number, Lord, we love 

To sing thy precious blood : 
Reign here, and in the worlds above. 
Thou holy Lamb of God! 


" Thou sJialt call Eis name Jesus,"" 

1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing 

My dear Redeemer's praise. 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace ! 

2 My gracious Master and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim. 
To spread through all the earth abroad 
The honors of thy name. 

3 Jesus ! the name that calms our fears. 

That bids our sorrows cease — 
'T is music to my ravished ears, 
'T is life, and health, and peace. 

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4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 

He sets the prisoner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean : 
His blood availed for me. 

5 He speaks, and, listening to his voice, 

New life the dead receive ; 
The mourning, broken hearts rejoice. 
The humble poor believe. 

6 Hear him, ye deaf ! his praise, ye dumb. 

Your loosened tongues employ ! 
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, 
And leap, ye lame, for joy ! 

Condescension of Christ. 
Psalm 8. 


1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great 

Is thine exalted name ! 
The glories of thy heavenly state 
Let men and babes proclaim. 

2 When I behold thy works on high, 

The moon that rules the night. 
And stars that well adorn the sky, 
Those moving worlds of light ; 

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race. 

Who dwells so far below. 
That thou shouldst visit him with grace. 
And love his nature so ! 

4 That thine eternal Son should bear 

To take a mortal form. 
Made lower than his angels are, 
To save a dying worm ! 

5 Let him be crowned with majesty, 

Who bowed his head to death ; 
And be his honors sounded high. 
By all things that have breath. 

6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great, 
Is thine exalted name ! 
The glories of thy heavenly state 
Let the whole earth proclaim. 

" My soul thirsteth for Thee:' 
Psalm 63. 


1 Oh, who is like the Mighty One, 

Whose throne is in the sky ! 
Who compasseth the universe 

With his all-searching eye ; 
At whose creative word appeared 

The dry land and the sea : 
My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord, 

My spirit thirsts for thee ! 

2 Around him suns and systems swin 

In harmony and light ; 
Before him harps angelic hymn 

His praises day and night ; 
Yet to the contrite, day and night, 

In mercy turneth he : 
My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord, 

My spirit thirsts for thee ! 

3 Yes ! though unlimited his works, 

His power upholds them all ; 
He clothes the lilies of the field. 

And marks the sparrow's fall : 
Who listens to the raven's cry. 

Will bend his ear to me; 
My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord, 

My spirit thirsts for thee ! 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God, whom we adore. 

Be glory as it was, is now. 
And shall be evermore I 


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1 Ix heavenly love abiding, 

No change my heart shall fear, 
And safe is such confiding, 

For nothing changes here : 
The storm may roar without me, 

My heart may low be laid, 
But God is round about me, 

And can I be dismayed ? 

2 \Vherever he may guide me, 

No want shall turn me back ; 
My Shepherd is beside me, 

And nothing can I lack : 
His wisdom ever waketh, 

His sight is never dim : 
He knows the way he taketh, 

And I will walk with him. 

3 Green pastures are before me, 

Which yet I have not seen ; 
Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 

Where darkest clouds have been 
My hope I can not measure ; 

My path to life is free ; 
My Saviour has my treasure, 

And he will walk with me. 

'Tray without ceasing^ 


1 Go, when the morning shineth, 
Go, when the noon is bright, 

Go, when the eve declineth, 
Go, in the hush of night ; 

Go, with pure mind and feeling, 
Put earthly thoughts away, 

And, in God's presence kneeling, 
Do thou in secret pray. 

2 Remember all who love thee, 

All who are loved by thee ; 
Pray, too, for those who hate thee, 

If any such there be : 
Then for thyself, in meekness, 

A blessing humbly claim, 
And blend with each petition 

Thy great Redeemer's name. 

3 Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee 

In solitude to pray, 
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee 

When friends are round thy way, 
Ev'n then, the silent breathing 

Thy spirit lifts above, 
Will reach his throne of glory. 

Where dwells eternal love. 

4 Oh, not a joy or blessing 

With this can we compare — 
The grace our Father gives us 

To pour our souls in prayer ! 
When thou dost pine in sadness, 

On him who saveth call ; 
And ever in thy gladness. 

Thank him who gave thee all. 

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Psalm 72. 

Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 

Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed. 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free ; 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

He shall come down like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth ; 
And love, joy, hope, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth ; 
Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall Peace, the herald, go ; 
And Righteousness, in fountains. 

From hill to valley flow. 

Kings shall fall down before him. 

And gold and incense bring ; 
All nations shall adore him, 

His praise all people sing : 
For he shall have dominion 

O'er river, sea, and shore. 
Far as the eagle's pinion, 

Or dove's light wing can soar. 

4 For him shall prayer unceasing 

And daily vows ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing — 

A kingdom without end : 
O'er every foe victorious, 

He on his throne shall rest : 
From age to age more glorious, 

All blessing and all blest ! 

"1 1 Q "I "All the trees of the field shall clap 
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1 When shall the voice of singing 

Flow joyfully along ? 
When hill and valley, ringing 

With one triumphant song. 
Proclaim the contest ended. 

And him who once was slain. 
Again to earth descended. 

In righteousness to reign ? 

2 Then from the craggy mountains 

The sacred shout shall fly ; 
And shady vales and fountains 

Shall echo the reply : 
High tower and lowly dwelling 

Shall send the hymn around. 
All hallelujah swelling 

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O . Heb. 18 : 20, 21. 

1 The God of peace, who from the dead 

Brought up again our Lord, 
And, through the covenant in his blood, 
Our souls to peace restored, — 

2 Confirm our hearts, in each good work, 

To do his perfect will ; 
That, made well pleasing in his sight, 
Our course with joy we fill. 

3 So shall we, in his heavenly courts, 

Hereafter, ever live ; 
And to his name, through Jesus Christ, 
Eternal glory give. ♦ 

The lord aearcheih all hearts.' 


1 God is a Spirit, just and wise ; 

He sees our inmost mind : 
In vain to Heaven we raise our cries, 
And leave our hearts behind. 

2 Nothing but truth before his throne 

With honor can appear ; 
The painted hypocrites are known 
Through the disguise they wear. 

3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies ; 

Their bending knees the ground ; 
But God abhors the sacrifice, 
Where not the heart is found. 

4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my 

And make my soul sincere ; 
Then shall I stand before thy face, 
And find acceptance there. 


The unchanging Friend* 
Isaiah 49: 14, 15. 

Forgetful can a mother be? 

Yes : human love is frail ; 
But thy Redeemer's love to thee, 

O Zion ! can not fail. 

2 No : thy dear name engraven stands, 

In characters of love. 
On thine atoning Saviour's hands, 
And never shall remove. 

3 Before his ever watchful eye 

Thy mournful state appears, 
And every groan, and every sigh, 
Divine compassion hears. 

4 O Zion ! learn to doubt no more ; 

Be every fear suppressed : 
Unchanging truth, and love, and power, 
Dwell in thy Saviour's breast. 

zLOn Dvoerse Influences of the Gospel. 
tCe/V/. 1 Cor. 1: 23,24. 

1 Christ and his cross are all our theme : 

The mysteries that we speak 
Are scandal in the Jew's esteem, 
And folly to the Greek. 

2 But souls enlightened from above 

With joy receive the word ; 
They see what wisdom, power, and love, 
Shine in their dying Lord. 

3 The vital savor of his name 

Restores their fainting breath ; 
But unbelief perverts the same 
To guilt, despair, and death. 

4 Till God diflfuse his graces down, 

Like showeis of heavenly rain. 
In vain Apollos sows the ground. 
And Paul may plant in vain. 

00^. "■'^ *'« God which worketh in you."" 

1 Not all the outward forms on earth. 

Nor rites that God has given, 
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth. 
Can raise a soul to heaven. 

2 The sovereign will of God alone 

Creates us heirs of grace ; 
Born in the image of his Son, 
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Blows on the sons of flesh, 

New-models all the carnal mind, 

And forms the man afresh. 

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise 

From the long sleep of death ; 

On heavenly things we fix our eyes, 

And praise employs our breath. 

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1 Lord, at thy table I behold 

The wonders of thy grace ; 
But most of all admire that I 
Should find a welcome place — 

2 I, who am all defiled with sin, 

A rebel to my God ! 
I, who have crucified thy Son, 

And trampled on his blood ! 
8 What strange, surprising grace is this. 

That such a soul has room ! 
My Saviour takes me by the hand. 

My Jesus bids me come. 

4 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven ! 
In praise join all your powers : 
No theme is like redeeming love ! 
No Saviour is like ours ! 
6 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord ! 
I 'd give them all to thee ; 
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all 
Should join the harmony. 

1 5 4: • ^* Sa/viour died for me. 

1 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross. 

Who all our griefs hast borne ; 
To look on thee, whom we have pierced — 
To look on thee, and mourn. 

2 While thus we mourn, we would rejoice, 

And, as thy cross we see, 

Let each exclaim in faith and hope — 
" The Saviour died for me !" 

1 A ^ ^ "^ good profession before many witnesses.'^ 
X U U U . 1 Tim. 6 : 12. 

1 Witness, ye men and angels, now 

Before the Lord we speak ; 
To him we make our solemn vow, 
A vow we dare not break : — 

2 That, long as life itself shall last. 

Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
Nor from his cause will we depart, 
Or ever quit the field. 

3 We trust not in our native strength. 

But on his grace rely. 
That with returning wants the Lord 
Will all our need supply. 

4 Oh, guide our doubtful feet aright, 

And keep us in thy ways : 
And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
Turn thou our prayers to praise ! 

'•'■Bememher now thy Creator in the day* 
of thy youth'".— Eccl 12: 1. 


1 Remember thy Creator now. 

In these thy youthful days ; 
He will accept thy earliest vow, 
And listen to thy praise. 

2 Remember thy Creator now. 

And seek him while he 's near ; 
For evil days will come, when thou 
Shalt find no comfort near. 

3 Remember thy Creator now ; 

His willing servant l»e: 
Then, when thy head in death shall bow, 
He will rem<.mber thee. 

4 Almighty God ! our hearts incline 

Thv heavenly voice to hear ; 
Let all our future days be thine, 
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LdKjyJ% Christ our Example. 

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 
I read my duty in thy word ; 
But in thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
Such deference to thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer : 
The desert thy temptations knew. 
Thy conflict, and thy victory, too. 

4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 
More of thy gracious image here : 
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Among the followers of the Lamb. 

4:U0» Strmffth hy the Way. 

1 Jesus, while this rough desert soil 

I tread, be thou my guide and stay : 
Nerve me for conflict and for toil ; 
Uphold me on my stranger- way ! 

2 Jesus, in heaviness and fear, 

Mid cloud, and shade, and gloom, I stray, 
For earth's last night is drawing near ; 
Oh, cheer me on my stranger-way ! 

3 Jesus, in solitude and grief. 

When sun and stars withhold their ray, 
Make haste, make haste to my relief ! 
Oh, light me on my stranger- way ! 

4 Je«u8, in weakness of this flesh. 

When Satan grasps me for his prey, 
Oh, give me victory afresh. 

And speed me on my stranger-way ! 

^Qy, '■'■ He dwelleth with you^'' 

1 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; 

'T is he sustains my fainting heart : 
Else would my hope for ever die. 
And every cheering ray depart. 

2 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine. 

With ardent wish my heart aspires, 
Can it be less than power divine. 
That animates these strong desires ? 

3 And when my cheerful hope can say, 

I love my God, and taste his grace, 
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray 

Which brings this dawn of sacred 
peace ? 

4 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart 

For ever dwell, O God of love ; 
And light and heavenly peace impart, 
Sweet earnest of the joys above. 

0U4:. ''Come, ye heavy torfen."— Matt. 11: 2a 

1 "Come hither, all ye weary souls; 

Ye heavy-laden sinners, come! 
I '11 give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you to my heavenly home. 

2 "They shall find rest who learn of me : 

I 'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
But passion rages like the sea. 
And pride is restless as the wind. 

3 "Blest is the man whose shoulders take 

My yoke, and bear it with delight : 
My yoke is easy to his neck. 

My grace shall make the burden light." 

4 Jesus, we come at thy command ; 

With faith, atid hope, and humble zeal, 
Resign our spirits to thy hand. 
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Q Oiw« " ^ow art my God ; early will T seek, Thee.'''' 

1 O God, thou art my God alone : 

Early to thee my soul shall cry — 
A pilgrim in a land unknown, 

A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. 

2 O that it were as it hath been, 

When, praying in the holy place. 
Thy power and glory I have seen. 
And marked the footsteps of thy grace ! 

3 Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, 

I follow hard on thee, my God : 
Thy hand unseen upholds my ways ; 
I safely tread where thou hast trod. 

4 Thee, in the watches of the night, 

When I remember on my bed, 
Thy presence makes the darkness light ; 
Thy guardian wings are round my 

5 Better than life itself thy love, 

Dearer than all beside to me ; 
For whom have I in heaven above. 
Or what on earth, compared with thee ? 

(3(3 4:. Repose in God's Wisdom. 

1 Whither, oh, whither should I fly, 

But to my loving Father's breast ! 
Secure within thine arms to lie, 

And safe beneath thy wings to rest ! 

2 In all my ways thy hand I own, 

Thy ruling providence I see : 
Assist me still my course to run. 
And still direct my paths to thee. 

3 I have no skill the snare to shun ; 

But thou, O God, my wisdom art ; 
I ever into ruin run ; 

But thou art greater than my heart. 

4 Foolish, and impotent, and blind. 

Lead me a way I have not known ; 
Bring me where I my heaven may find. 
The heaven of loving thee alone. 

/^ Y Q " -^'^ ^^y days, so shall thy strength Jc." 
U I O . Dent. 83 : 25. 

1 While foes are strong, and danger near, 
A voice falls gently on my ear ; 

My Saviour speaks, he says to me. 
That " as my days, my strength shall be." 

2 With such a promise need I fear 
For all that now I hold most dear ? 
No : I will never anxious be. 

For, " as my days, my strength shall be." 

3 When storms of trouble on me fall. 
And when my cup is mixed with gall, 
This promise will be sweet to me. 
That " as my days, my strength shall be." 

4 And when at last I 'm called to die, 
Still on this promise I '11 rely ; 
Yes, Lord, I then will trust in thee. 
That " as my days, my strength shall be.'* 

Q O O • Delight in Christ. 

1 Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts ! 

Thou Fount of Life! thou Light of 
men ! 
From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
We turn unfilled to thee again. 

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; 

Thou savest those that on thee call ; 
To them that seek thee, thou art good, 
To them that find thee— All in All ! 

3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread, 

And long to feast upon thee still ; 
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst our souls from thee to fill. 

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee. 

Where'er our changeful lot is cast ; 
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 

5 O Jesns, ever with us stay ! 

Make all our moments calm and bright; 
Chase the dark night of sin away, - 
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1 Ye earthly vanities! depart; 

For ever hence remove ; 
Jesus alone deserves my heart, 
And every thought of love. 

2 His heart, where love and pity dwelt 

In all their softest forms, 
Sustained the heavy load of guilt 
For lost, rebellious worms. 

3 Can I my bleeding Saviour view, 

And yet ungrateful prove? 
And pierce his wounded heart anew, 

And grieve his injured love ? 
* Forbid it, Lord ! oh, bind this heart, 

This roving heart of mine. 
So firm that it may ne'er depart. 

In chains of love divine ! 

O^L* '"■Giving All to God.^^ 

1 How can I sink with such a prop 

As my eternal God, 
"Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 
And spreads the heavens abroad ? 

2 How can I die while Jesus hves. 

Who rose and left the dead ? 
Pardon and grace my soul receives 
From my exalted Head. 

3 All that I am, and all I have 

Shall be for ever thine ; 
Whate'er my duty bids me give. 
My cheerful hands resign. 

4 Yet, if I mif^ht make some reserve. 

And duty did not call, 
I love my God with zeal so great. 
That I should give him all. 

000. "■ It is I ; he not a/mi<i."— Matt. 14: 27. 

1 When waves of sorrow round me swell. 
My soul is not dismayed ; 

I hear a voice I know full well : 
"'TisI; be not afraid." 

2 When black the threatening clouds ap- 

And storms my path invade. 
That voice shall calm each rising fear : 
"'TisI; be not afraid." 

3 There is a gulf that must be crossed : 

Saviour ! be near to aid ; 
Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed, 
"'TisI; be not afraid." 

4 There is a dark and fearful vale, — 

Death hides within its shade ; 
Oh, say, when flesh and heart shall fail, 
"'TisI; be not afraid!" 

y y . " Glose to Thy bleeding side.'" 

1 For ever here my rest shall be. 

Close to thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope, and all my plea— 
For me the Saviour died. 

2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin. 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
And cleanse and keep me clean. 

3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own, 

Wash me, and mine thou art; 

Wash me, but not my feet alone, — 

My hands, my head, my heart. 

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 

Till faith to sight improve ; 
Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul be love. 

y y O . ''Perfect us in love.'* 

1 Try us, O God, and search the ground 
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Whate'er of sin in us is found, 
Oh, bid it all depart. ^ 

2 Help us to help each other, Lord, 

.Each other's cross to bear ; 

Let each his friendly aid afford, 

And feel his brother's care. 

3 Help us to build each other up, 

Our heart and life improve ; 
Increase our faith, confirm our hope. 
And perfect us in love. 

4 Up into thee, our living Head, 

Let us in all things grow. 
Till thou hast made us free, indeed, 
And spotless here below. 

X X U \J • " ^^^ y^ have tfie poor always with you.^" 

1 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went. 

By lane and cell obscure, 
And let our treasures still be spent. 
Like his, upon the poor. 

2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress. 

Who bore the world's sad weight. 
We, in their gloomy loneliness. 
Would seek the desolate. 

3 For thou hast placed us side by side 

In this wide world of ill; 
And that thy followers may be tried, 
The poor are with us still. 

4 Small are the offerings we can make ; 

Yet thou hnst taught us, Lord, 
If given for the Saviour's sake, 
They lose not their reward. 

X 1 1 ."^^ ^««« ^^f' ^^ '^fo i/«."— Matt. 25: 40. 

1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace ! 
Thy bounties how complete ! 
How shall I count the matchless sum ? 
How pay the mighty debt ? 

2 High on a throne of radiant light 

Dost thou exalted shine ; 
What can my poverty bestow, 
When all the worlds are thine ? 

3 But thou hast brethren here below. 

The partners of thy grace ; 
And wilt confess their humble names 
Before thy Father's face. 

4 In them thou may'st be clothed and 

And visited and cheered ; 
And, in their accents of distress. 
My Saviour's voice is heard. 

5 Thy face, with reverence and with love, 

I, in thy poor, would see ; 
Oh, rather let me beg my bread. 
Than keep it back from thee ! 

'Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove.' 


1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers. 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look, how we grovel here below. 

Fond of these trifling toys ! 
Our souls can neither fly nor go 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs ; 

111 vain we strive to rise : 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live 

At this poor, dying rate ? 
Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 

And thine to us so great ? 
6 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ! 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 

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H ASTE, trav'ler, h aste ! the night comes on, 
And many a shining hour is gone ; 
The storm is gathering in the west, 
And thou art far from home and rest : 
Haste, trav'ler, haste ! 

The rising tempest sweeps the sky ; 
The rains descend, the winds are high; 
The waters swell, and death and fear 
Beset thy path ; no refuge near : 
Haste, trav'ler, haste ! 

Haste, while a shelter you may gain, — 
A covert from the wind and rain, — 
A hiding-place, a rest, a home, — 
A refuge from the wrath to come : 
Haste, trav'ler, haste ! 

Then linger not in all the plain ; 
Flee for thy life — the mountain gain ; 
Look not behind ; make no delay ; 
Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way ! 
Haste, trav'ler, haste ! 

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No, no, it is not dying 
To go unto our God ; 
This gloomy earth forsaking. 
Our journey homeward taking 
Along the starry road. 

To die ia gain."" 

2 No, no, it is not dying 
Heaven's citizen to be ; 
A crown immortal wearing. 
And rest unbroken sharing. 
From care and conflict free. 

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XI O O • " leaving a desire to depaH."" 

1 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 

My soul is in haste to be gone ; 
Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up. 
And waft me away to his throne. 

2 My Saviour, whom absent I love ; 

Whom, not having seen, I adore ; 
Whose name is exalted above 
All glory, dominion, and power. 

3 Dissolve thou these bands that detain 

My soul from her portion in thee, 
Ah ! strike off this adamant chain, 
And make me eternally free. 

4 When that happy era begins, 

When arrayed in thy glories I shine. 
Nor grieve any more, by my sins. 
The bosom on which I recline, — 
6 Oh, then shall the vail be removed ! 

And round me thy brightness be pour'd ; 
I shall meet him whom absent I loved, 
I shall see whom unseen I adored. 
6 And then, never more shall the fears, 
The trials, temptations, and woes, 
Which darken this valley of tears, 
Intrude on my blissful repose. 


What must it he to he there .^' 

1 We speak of the realms of the blest, 

That country so bright and so fair, 
And oft are its glories confessed ; 
But what must it be to be there ! 

2 We speak of its pathways of gold, 

Its walls decked with jewels so rare, 
Its wonders and pleasures untold ; 
But what must it be to be there ! 

3 We speak of its freedom from sin, 

From sorrow, temptation, and care. 
From trials without and within : 
But what must it be to be there ! 

4 We speak of its service of love. 

The robes which the glorified wear. 
The church of the first-born above ; 
But what must it be to be there ! 

5 Do thou. Lord, 'mid sorrow and woo, 

Still for heaven my spirit prepare, 
And shortly I also shall know. 
And fool what it is to be there. 

3 No, no, it is not dying 

The Shepherd's voice to know ; 
His sheep he ever leadeth. 
His peaceful flock he feedeth. 

Where living pastures grow. 

4 No, no, it is not dying 

To wear a heavenly crown ; 

Among God's people dwelling, 
The glorious triumph swelling 

Of him whose sway we own. 
Oh, no ! this is not dying. 

Thou Saviour of mankind ! 
There, streams of love are flowing, 
No hindrance ever knowing ; 

Here, only drops we find. 



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1 Father of mercies! God of love! 

My Father and my God ! 
I Ml sing the honors of thy name, 
And spread thy praise abroad. 

2 In every period of my life 

Thy thoughts of love appear; 
Thy mercies gild each transient scene, 
And crown each passing year. 

3 In all thy mercies, may my soul 

A Father's bounty see ; 
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows 
Estrange my heai't from thee. 

4 Teach me, in times of deep distress, 

To own thy hand, God ! 
And in submissive silence learn 
The lessons of thy rod. 

6 Through every period of my life, 
Each bright, each clouded scene. 
Give me a meek and humble mind. 
Still equal and serene. 
6 Then may I close ray eyes in death, 
Redeemed from anxious fear; 
For death itself, my God, is life, 
If thou be with me there. 


' Oh for a clofier walk with God P* 

1 Oh for a closer walk with God, 

A calm and heavenly frame, — 
A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb ! 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and his word ? 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 

How sweet their memory still ! 
But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, holy Dove ! return, 

• Sweet Messenger of rest ! 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn. 
And drove thee from my breast. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be. 
Help me to tear it from thy throne. 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

"Brethren, be not weary in well 


1 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee. 

And pray to be forgiven. 
So let thy life our pattern be, 
And form our souls for heaven. 

2 Help us, through good report and ill, 

Our daily cross to bear ; 
Like thee, to do our Father's will. 
Our brother's griefs to share. 

3 Let grace our selfishness expel. 

Our earthliness refine ; 
And kindness in our bosoms dwell 
As free and true as thine. 

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 

And griefs dark day come on, 
We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 
" Father, thy will be done !'"' 

5 Should,, friends misjudge, or foes defanje, 

Or brethren faithless prove, 
Then, like thine own, be all our aim 
To conquer them by love. 

6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 

Forgiving and forgiven. 
Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
And follow thee to heaven ! 














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^4:^, Benevolence of God's Decrees. 

1 Since all the varying scenes of time 

God's watchful eye surveys, 
Oh, who so wise to choose our lot, 
Or to appoint our ways ! 

2 Good, when he gives, supremely good ; 

Nor less when he denies; 
Ev'n crosses, from his sovereign hand. 
Are blessings in disguise. 

3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, 

So constant and so kind ! 

To his unerring, gracious will 

Be every wish resigned. 

4 In thy fair book of life divine, 

My God, inscribe my name ; 

There let it fill some humble place 

Beneath my Lord the Lamb ! 

4: • ^^« «^/« Eetr«at, 

1 Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 

My soul for shelter flies : 
'T is here I find a safe retreat 
When storms and tempests rise. 

2 My cheerful hope can never die. 

If thou, my God, art near ; 
Thy grace can raise my comforts high, 
And banish every fear. 

3 My great Protector, and my Lord, 

Thy constant aid impart ; 
Oh, let thy kind, thy gracious word 
Sustain my trembling heart 1 

4 Oh, never let my soul remove 

From this divine retreat ! 
Still let me trust thy power and love, 
And dwell beneath thy feet. 

l/iwO* ^* <^^* Petition. 

1 Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign hand denies. 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise : 

2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

From every murmur free; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 

My life and death attend ; 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end." 

J_ (J (J J[ , " Let me know my Father reigne.^* 

1 My God, my Father, blissful name ! 

Oh, may I call thee mine ? 
May I with sweet assurance claim 
A portion so divine ? 

2 Whate'er thy providence denies 

I calmly would resign ; 
For thou art good, and just, and wise : 
Oh, bend my will to thine ! 

3 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains. 

Oh, give me strength to bear I 
And let me know my Father reigns, 
And trust his tender care. 

4 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown 

To my weak, erring sight ; 
Yet let my soul adoring own 
That all thy ways are right. 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
Where there arc works to make him known, 

Or saints to love the Lord 1 


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1 Love divine, all love excelling, 

Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
Fix in us thy humble dwelling; 

All thy faithful mercies crown : 
Jesus! thou art all compassion; 

Pure, unbounded love thou art : 
Visit us with thy salvation ; 

Enter every longing heart. 

"2 Come, Almighty to deliver, 

Let us all thy grace receive ; 
Hasten thy return, and never, 

Never more thy temples leave ! 
Dwell in us with thy rich blessing, 

Dwell in us with all thy love ; 
We will praise thee without ceasing; 

Serve thee as thy hosts above. 

3 Finish, Lord, thy new creation ; 

Pare and spotless may we be : 
Let us see thy great salvation 

Perfectly restored in thee : 
Changed from glory into glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place; 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

4:^ 1 . The Elder Brother. 

1 Yes, for me, for me he careth 

With a brother's tender care ; 
Yes, with me, with me he shareth 
Every burden, every fear. 

2 Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth, 

Ceaseless watcheth, night and day ; 
Yes, ov'n me, ev'n me he snatcheth 
From the perils of the way. 

3 Yes, for me he standeth pleading, 

At the mercy-seat above ; 
Ever for me interceding, 
Constant in untiring love. 

4 Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth 

Joys unearthly, love and light ; 
And to cover me he spreadeth 
His paternal wing of might. 

5 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth ; 

I in him, and he in me ! 
And my empty soul he filleth, 
Here and through eternity. 

6 Thus I wait for his returning. 

Singing all the way to heaven: 
Such the joyful song of morning, 
Such the tranquil song of even. 

Our Fnend, above all others. 


1 One there is, above all others. 

Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
His is love beyond a brother's. 
Costly, free, and knows no end. 

2 Which of all our friends, to save us. 

Could or would have shed his blood ? 
But our Jesus died to have us 
Reconciled in him to God. 

3 When he lived on earth abased, 

Friend of sinners was his name ; 
Now, above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same. 

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! 

Teach us. Lord, at length to love ; 
We, alas ! forget too often 

What a Friend we have above. 



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4: X y . " ^ «»» w^^A yow aZMtcty."— Matt. 28 : 20. 

1 Always with us, always with us — 

Words of cheer and words of love ; 
Thus the risen Saviour whispers, 
From his dwelling-place above. 

2 "With us when we toil in sadness, 

Sowing much and reaping none ; 
Telling us that in the future 
Golden harvests shall be won. 

3 With us when the storm is sweeping 

O'er our pathway dark and drear ; 
Waking hope within our bosoms, 
Stilling every anxious fear. 

4 With us in the lonely valley. 

When we cross the chilling stream ; 
Lighting up the steps to glory 
With salvation's radiant beam. 

" God is Love,'"—! John 4 : 8. 


1 God is love ; his mercy brightens 

All the path in which we rove ; 
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens : 
God is wisdom, God is love, 

2 Chance and change are busy ever ; 

Man decays, and ages move : 
But his mercy waneth never ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

3 Ev'n the hour that darkest seemeth 

Will his changeless goodness prove ; 
From the gloom his brightness streameth: 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

4 He with earthly cares entwineth 

"Hope and comfort from above : 
Every where his glory shineth ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

^^\jt ** Over all, God blessed for ever."^ 

1 Crown his head with endless blessing, 

Who, in God the Father's name, 
With compassions never ceasing, 
Comes salvation to proclaim. 

2 Lo ! Jehovah, we adore thee ; 

Thee, our Saviour ; thee, our God ! 
From his throne his beams of glory 
Shine through all the world abroad. 

3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, 

Thee, our God, in praise we own ; 
Highest honors, never failing. 
Rise eternal round thy throne. 

4 Now, ye saints, his power confessing, 

In your grateful strains adore ; 
For his mercy, never ceasing. 
Flows, and flows for evermore. 

Being the brightness of His glory.''* 


1 Brightness of the Father's glory, 

Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? 
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence ; 
Sing the Lord who came to die; 

2 Did archangels sing thy coming ? 

Did the shepherds learn their lays ? 
Shame would cover me, ungrateful. 
Should my tongue refuse to praise. 

3 From the highest throne in glory 

To the cross of deepest woe. 
All to ransom guilty captives ! 
Flow, my praise, for ever flow. 

4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour ! 

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne : 
Thence return, and reign for ever ; 
Be the kingdom all thine own. 


LESLIE. S. M. Double. 

1 I WAS a wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold, 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 
I would not be controlled. 

2 I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 
I did not love my Father's voice, 
I loved afar to roam. 

3 The Shepherd sought his sheep, 

The Father sought his child ; 
They followed me o'er vale and hill. 
O'er deserts waste and wild. 

4 They found me nigli to death. 

Famished, and faint, and lone ; 
They bound me with the bands of love; 
They saved the wandering one. 

5 Jesus my Shepherd is, 

'T was he that loved my soul, 
'T was he that washed me in his blood, 
'T was he that made me whole. 

6 'T was he that sought the lost. 

That found the wandering sheep, 
*T was he that brought me to the fold, 
'T is he that still doth keep. 

7 I was a wandering sheep, 

I would not be controlled ; 
But now I love my Shepherd's voice, 
I love, I love the fold ! 

8 I was a wayward child ; 

I once preferred to roam ; 
But now I love my Father's voice, — 
I love, I love his home ! 

Christian Fellowship. 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love : 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part. 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 

While each in expectation lives. 

And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin, we shall be free. 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 

" Say ye to the righteous that it shall 5« totU 
with /iim."— Isaiah 8: 10. 


1 What cheering words are these ? 

Their sweetness who can tell? 
In time, and to eternal days, 
" 'T is with the righteous well." 

2 In every state secure. 

Kept as Jehovah's eye, 
'Tis well with them while life endures. 
And well, when called to die ; 

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3 Well, when they see his face, 

Or sink amid the flood ; 
Well, in affliction's thorny maze, 
Or on the mount with God. 

4 'T is well, when joys arise ; 

'T is well, when sorrows flow ; 

'T is well, when darkness vails the 

And strong temptations grow. 

5 'Tis well, when Jesus calls : 

" From earth and sin arise. 
To join the hosts of ransomed souls, 
Made to salvation wise ! " 

J^ ^ ^ (J , " Edw long, Lord, holy and true f" 

1 The Church has waited long. 

Her absent Lord to see ; 
And still in loneliness she waits, 
A friendless stranger she. 

2 How long, O Lord our God, 

Holy and true and good, 

Wilt thou not judge thy suffering church, 
Her sighs and tears and blood ? 

3 Saint after saint on earth 

Has lived, and loved, and died ; 
And as they left us one by one, 
We laid them side by side. 

4 We laid them down to sleep. 

But not in hope forlorn ; 
We laid them but to ripen there, 
Till the last glorious morn. 

5 We long to hear thy voice. 

To see thee face to face. 
To share thy crown and glory then. 
As now we share thy grace. 

6 Come, Lord ! and wipe away 

The curse, the sin, the stain. 
And make this blighted world of ours 
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1 Tnou only Sovereign of my heart, 

My Refuge, my almighty Friend ! 
And can my soul from thee depart, 
On whom alone my hopes depend ? 

2 Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 

A wretched wand'rer from my Lord ? 
Can this dark world of sin and woe 
One glimpse of happiness afford ? 

3 Eternal life thy words impart ; 

On these my fainting spirit lives: 
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, 
Than all the round of nature gives. 

4 Let earth's alluring joys combine ; 

While thou art near, in vain they call ; 
One smile, one blissful smile of thine, 
My dearest Lord ! outweighs them all. 

5 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; 

Thou art my life, my joy, my care: 
Depart from thee ! — 't is death, 't is more, 
'Tis endless ruin — deep despair ! 

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; 

Here safety dwells, and peace divine : 
Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
For life, eternal life, is thine. 

1^0. ^0 ^ope but in Christ.— Micah, 6 : 6—3. 

1 Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near, 

And bow myself before thy face ? 
How, in thy purer eyes, appear ? 

What shall I bring to gain thy grace ? 

2 Will gifts delight the Lord our God ? 

Can these wash out my guilty stain ? 
Ptivers of oil, and seas of blood- 
Alas I they all must flow in vain. 

3 What have I then wherein to trust ? 

I nothing have, I nothing am : 
Excluded is my every boast. 

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4 Guilty I stand before thy face ; 

On me I feel thy wrath abide : 
'T is just 4;he sentence should take place, 
'T is just — ^but oh, thy Son hath died ! 

5 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled ; 

He. bore our sins upon the tree ; 
Beneath our curse he bowed his head : 
'T is finished — ^he hath died for me ! 

6 See, where before the throne he stands, 

And pours the all-prevailing prayer ! 
Points to his side, and lifts his hands, 
And shows that I am graven there ! 

" Who shall separate us from the love of 
Christ ?" 


1 Lord, didst thou die, — but not for me ? 

Am I forbid to trust thy blood ? 
Hast thou not pardons rich and free ? 
And grace, an overwhelming flood ? 

2 Who, then, shall drive my trembling soul 

From thee to regions of despair? 
Who has surveyed the sacred roll. 
And found my name not written there? 

3 Presumptuous thought ! to fix the bound, 

To limit mercy's sovereign reign : 

What other happy souls have found 

I '11 seek, nor shall I seek in vain. 

4 I own my guilt, my sins confess : 

Can men or devils make them more ? 
Of crimes already numberless. 

Who will attempt to swell the score ? 

5 Were all my crimes before my sight, 

While I remember thou hast died. 
They would but urge my speedier flight 
To seek salvation at thy side. 

6 Low at thy feet I '11 cast me down, 

To thee reveal my guilt and fear ; • 
And, if thou spurn me from thy throne, 
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3 To faint, to grieve, to die for me ! 

Thou earnest not thj^self to please : 
And, dear as earthly comforts be, 

Shall I not love thee more than these? 

4 Yes : I would count them all but loss, 

To gain the notice of thine eye : 
Flesh shrinks and trembles at the cross, 
But thou canst give the victory. 

5 Saviour ! thy needful grace afford : 

On thee my trembling soul I cast : 
Perfect thy work within me. Lord, 
And own my worthless name at last. 

4 O U • Inconstant Trust. 

1 When darkness long has vailed my mind. 

And smiling day once more appears, 
Then, my Redeemer ! then I find 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, 

And blush that I should ever be 
Thus prone to act so base a part, 
Or harbor one hard thought of thee ! 

3 Oh, let me then at length be taught 

(What I am still so slow to learn), 
That God is love, and changes not. 
Nor knows the shadow of a lurn. 

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! 

But when my faith is sharply tried, 
I find myself a learner yet, — 

Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide. 

5 But, O my Lord ! one look from thee 

Subdues the disobedient will ; 
Drives doubt and discontent away, 
And thy rebellious child is still. 

6 Thou art as ready to forgive. 

As I am ready to repine ; 
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ; 
Be shame and self-abasement mine. 

X y V/ • " ^** voice of the Lord is full of majesty.''^ 

1 Eternal God ! eternal King ! 

Ruler of heaven and earth beneath ! 
From thee our hopes, our comforts spring; 
In thee we live, and move, and breathe. 

2 Thy word brought forth the flaming sun, 

The changeful mOon, the starry host : 
In thine appointed course they run. 
Till in the final ruin lost. 

3 At thy command the storm is dumb ; 

And to the sea thy power hath said, 
" No further shalt thou dare to come. 
And here shall thy proud waves be 

4 Thy sway is known below, above, 

And full of majesty thy voice : 

And, as it speaks, in wrath or love, 

The nations tremble or rejoice. 

6 The final, awful hour is near. 

Time paces on with ceaseless tread. 
When opening graves that voice shall 
And render up the sleeping dead. 

6 Oh, in that great, decisive day. 

May we be found in Christ, and stand, 
While flaming worlds shall melt away. 
Accepted, owned, at thy right hand ! 


Lovest tTunt Me more than these T^ 

Lord, should my path thro' suff'ering lie. 
Forbid that I should ere repine : 

Still let me turn to Calvary, 

Nor heed my griefs, rememb' ring thine. 

Oh, let me think how thou didst leave 
IJntasted, every pure delight. 

To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve. 
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O Z 9 . " ^« ^^o^ o/ ^^ Crosay— Col 1 : 20. 

1 Ye saints, your music bring, 

Attuned to sweetest sound ; 
Strike every trenmbling string, 

Till earth and heaven resound : 
The triumphs of the cross we sing ; 
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string ! 

2 The cross, the cross alone. 

Subdued the powers of hell ; 
Like lightning, from his throne 

The prince of darkness fell : 
The triumphs of the cross we sing ; 
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string ! 

3 The cross hath power to save 

From all the foes that rise ; 
The cross hath made the grave 

A passage to the skies : 
The triumphs of the cross we sing ; 
Awake, ye saints, each joyful string ! 


" Gird Thy Hwordv/pon Thy thigh, O 
Most Mighty /"—Psalm 45. 

1 Gird on thy conquering sword ! 

Ascend thy shining car. 

And march. Almighty Lord ! 

To wage the holy war : 

Before his wheels, 
In glad surprise. 

Ye valleys, rise, 
And sink, ye hills ! 

2 Before thine awful face 

Millions of foes shall fall, 
The captives of thy grace — 
That grace which conquers all : 
The world shall know, I What wondrous things 
Great King of kings 1 Thine arm can do 1 

3 Here to my willing soul 

Bend thy triumphant way ; 
Here every foe control, 
And all thy power display 

My heart, thy throne, 
Blest Jesus, see. 

Bows low to thee, 
To thee alone ! 


■ Christ is our Corner-stone.^' 

1 Christ is our Corner-stone ; 
On him alone we build ; 
With his true saints alone 

The courts of heaven are filled 

On his great love 
Our hopes we place, 

Of present grace 
And joys above. 

2 Oh, then, with hymns of praise 

These hallowed courts shall ring ! 
Our voices we will raise. 
The Three in One to sing ; 

And thus proclaim 
In joyful song. 

Both loud and long, 
That glorious Name. 

3 Here, gracious God, do thou 
For evermore draw nigh ; 
Accept each faithful vow. 

And mark each suppliant sigh : 

In copious shower, 
On all who pray, 

Each holy day, 
Thy blessings pour. 

4 He^e may we gain from heaven 
The grace which we implore. 
And may that grace, once given, 
Be with us evermore, — 

Until that day 
When all the blest 

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Our Constant Friend. 

1 To God, the mighty Lord, 

Your joyful thanks repeat ; 
To him due praise afford. 

As good as he is great : 
For God doth prove our constant friend ; 
His boundless love shall never end. 

2 He, in our depths of woes, 

On us with favor thought ; 
And from our deadly foes 

In peace and safety brought : 
For God doth prove our constant friend ; 
His boundless love shall never end. 

3 He doth the food supply, 

On which all creatures live ; 
To God, who reigns on high, 

Eternal praises give : 
For God doth prove our constant friend ; 
His boundless love shall never end. 


The Year of Jubilee. 

1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 

The gladly solemn sound ! 
Let all the nations know. 

To earth's remotest bound : 
The year of jubilee has come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 

Hath full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

3 Exalt the Lamb of God, 

The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption in his blood 

To all the world proclaim : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

4 The gospel trumpet hear, — 

The news of heavenly grace ; 
And, saved from earth, appear 

Before your Saviour's face : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 


One Lord, one faith, one baptism.'^ 

1 One sole baptismal sign, 

One Lord, below, above, 
One faith, one hope divine, 

One only watchword — Love : 
From different temples though it rise, 
One song ascendeth to the skies. 

2 Our sacrifice is one ; 

One Priest before the throne ; 
The slain, the risen Son, 

Redeemer, Lord alone ! 
And sighs from contrite hearts that spring, 
Our chief, our choicest offering. 

3 Head of thy church beneath ! 

The catholic, the true. 
On all her members breathe ; 

Her broken frame renew ! 
Then shall thy perfect will be done 
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^0(), **T7ie voice of praise.^ 

1 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

Whose breath our souls inspired ; 
Loud and more loud the anthems raise, 
With grateful ardor fired. 

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise. 

Whose goodness, passing thought, 
Loads every moment, as it flies. 
With benefits unsought. 

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

From whom salvation flows ; 
Who sent his Son our souls to save 
From everlasting woes. 

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

For hope's transporting ray, 
Which lights through darkest shades of 
To realms of endless day. 

Li\)Li* ''Greater love Jiath no man tfian this.'''' 

1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair. 

We wretched sinners lay. 
Without one cheerful beam of hope. 
Or spark of glimmering day. 

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace 

Beheld our helpless grief: 
He saw, and, oh, amazing love ! — 
He ran to our relief. 

3 Down from the shining seats above, 

With joyful haste he fled, 
Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break ; 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak ! 

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys ! 

Strike all your harps of gold ! 

But when you raise your highest notes, 
His love can ne'er be told. 


^^Unto us a Child is horn,^' 
Isaiah 9: 6, 7. 

1 To US a Child of hope is born, 

To us a Son is given ; 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey. 
Him all the hosts of heaven. 

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 

For evermore adored ; 
The Wonderful, the Counselor, 
The great and mighty Lord ! 

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread ; 

His reign no end shall know : 
Justice shall guard his throne above, 
And peace abound below. 

4 To us a Child of hope is born. 

To us a Son is given ; 
The Wonderful, the Counselor, 
The mighty Lord of heaven. 

^ I I , "Joy to the world P 

1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come 

Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room. 
And heaven and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns ! 

Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 





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1 Behold the glories of the Lumb, 

Amid his Father's throne ; 
Prepare new honors for his name, 
And songs before unknown. 

2 Let elders worship at his feet, 

The church adore around, 
With vials full of odors sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Those are the prayers of all the saints. 

And these the hymns they raise : 
Jesus is kind to our complaints : 
He loves to hear our praise. 

4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain. 

Be endless blessings paid ! 
Salvation, glory, joy, remain 
For ever on thy head ! 

5 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood. 

Hast set the prisoners free. 
Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with thee. 

Q /^ Q "Xf/< up your heads, O ye gates.'" 
OUO. Psalm 24. 

1 Lift up your heads, eternal gates ! 

Unfold, to entertain 
The King of glory ; see ! he comes 
With his celestial train. 

2 Who is this King of glory — who ? 

The Lord, for strength renowned ; 
In battle mighty ; o'er his foes 
Eternal Victor crowned. 

3 Lift up your heads, ye gates ! unfold, 

In state to entertain 
The King of glory ; see ! he comes 
With all his shining train. 

4 Who is the King of glory — who ? 

The Lord of hosts renowned : 

Of glory he alone is King, 
Who is with glory crowned. 

Q Q ^ "ShoiU unto God with the voice of triumph.'^ 

00 I . Psalm 47. 

1 Arise, ye people, and adore ; 

Exulting, strike the chord ! 
Let all the earth, from shore to shore, 
Confess th' almighty Lord. 

2 Glad shouts aloud, wide echoing round, 

Th' ascending God proclaim ; 
Th' angelic choir respond the sound. 
And shake creation's frame. 

3 They sing of death and hell o'erthrowD 

In that triumphant hour ; 
And God exalts his conquering Son 
To his right hand of power. 

4 Oh, shout, ye people, and adore ; 

Exulting strike the chord ! 
Let all the ear h, from shore to shore, 
Confess th' almighty Lord ! 

X X O • " Welcome, each closing year.^* 

1 Awake, ye saints! and raise your eyes, 

And lift your voices high ; 
Awake, and praise the sovereign love, 
That shows salvation nigh. 

2 Swift on the wings of time it flies, 

Each moment brings it near ; 

Then welcome, each declining day! 

Welcome, each closing year ! 

3 Not many years their round shall run, 

Not many mornings rise. 
Ere all its glories stand revealed 
To our admiring eyes. 

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course I 

Ye mortal powers, decay! 
Fast as ye bring the night of death, 
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Close of the Sabbath. 

1 Softly fades the twilight ray 
Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
Gently as life's setting sun, 
When the Christian's course is run. 

2 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
'T is the holy peace of God ; 

Symbol of the peace within, 
When the spirit rests from sin. 

3 Still the Spirit lingers near. 
Where the evening worshiper 
Seeks communion with the skies, 
Pressing onward to the prize. 

4 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be 
Days of peace and joy in thee ! 
Till in heaven our souls repose. 
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 

Confidence in God's Care.— Fs&lm 28. 


1 To thy pastures fair and large. 
Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge ; 
And my couch, with tenderest care, 
'Mid the springing grass prepare. 

2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
To the streams that, still and slow. 
Through the verdant meadows flow. 

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 

By the shades of death o'erspread. 
With thy rod and staff supplied — 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Constant to my latest end. 
Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; 
Thou shalt bid thy hallowed dome 
Yield me an eternal home. 

QQ^ "I know my sheep, and am known of 
fJU\J» mine.'''' 

1 Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep ; 
Powerful is thine arm to keep 
All thy flocks with safest care, 
Fed in pastures large and fair. 

2 Thee their Guide and Guard they o\^ n 
Thee they love, and thee alone : 
Thee they follow day by day. 
Fearful lest their feet should stray. 

3 Lord, thy helpless sheep behold ; 
Gather all unto thy fold ; 
Gently lead the wanderers home ; 
Watch them, lest again they roam. 

4 Bring thy sheep, now far astray, 
Lost in Satan's evil way ; 
Then, the fold and shepherd one. 

We shall praise thee round the throne. 

■3: X O • "Oast thy burden upon the Lord.''^ — Psalm 5& 

1 Cast thy burden on the Lord ; 
Lean thou only on his word : 
Ever will he be thy stay. 

Though the heavens shall melt away. 

2 Ever in the raging storm. 

Thou shalt see his cheering form. 
Hear his pledge of coming aid ; 
" It is I, be not afraid." 

3 Cast thy burden at his feet ; 
Linger near his mercy-seat : 
He will lead thee by the hand 
Gently to the better land. 

4 He will gird thee by his power, 
In thy weary, fainting hour ; 
Lean, then, loving, on his word ; 
Cast thy burden on the Lord. 

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t/ / • '"l^y down my Ufa for the sheep:'' 

1 Shepherd of the ransomed flock, 
Lead us to the shadowing rock, 
Where the cooling waters flow, 
Where the freshening pastures grow. 

2 Grant, O Lord, that we may be 
Ever glad to follow thee ; 

And with thankful hearts rejoice. 
When we hear thy gracious voice. 

3 Saviour, when thy loved ones stray 
From the new and living way. 
Gently call thine own by name ; 
All our wand'ring steps reclaim. 

4 Through the hours of darksome night 
Keep us in thy watchful sight ; 

O'er each deadly foe prevail. 
Let no harm thy fold assail. 

5 Jesus, who thy life didst give, 
Dying that thy sheep might live ; 
Let us in thy presence rest. 
With eternal comfort blest. 

^^^, ^^ Every precious name in One.''* 

1 Sweeter sounds than music knows 

Charm me in Immanuel's name ; 
All her hopes my spirit owes 

To his birth, and cross, and shame. 

2 When he came, the angels sung, 

" Glory be to God on high :" 
Lord, unloose my stammering tongue ; 
Who should louder sing than I i 

3 Did the Lord a man become, 

That he might the law fulfill. 
Bleed and suffer in my room, — 

And canst thou, my tongue, be still ? 

4 No : I must my praises bring. 

Though they worthless are, and weak ; 

For, should I refuse to sing. 

Sure the very stones would speak. 

5 O my Saviour ! Shield, and Sun, 

Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend — • 
Every precious name in one ! 
I will love thee without end. 

514. ^^« ^<w'c« of Jesus.— U&tt. 11 : 28-30. 

1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice. 

Come, and make my paths your choice ; 
I will guide you to your home ; 
Weary wanderer, hither come ! 

2 Thou who, homeless and forlorn, 
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 

. Long hast roamed the barren waste. 
Weary wanderer, hither haste. 

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, 
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; 
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn. 

In remorse for guilt who mourn : — 

4 Hither come ! for here is found 
Balm that flows for every wound ; 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 

965. " ^^« <^^<^ ^f ^y ^>-" 

1 Source and Giver of repose, 
From thee all my comfort flows : 
Peace and happiness are thine ; 
Mine they are, if thou art mine. 

2 Thee to praise and thee to know 
Constitute my bliss below ; 
Thee to see and thee to love 
Constitute my bliss above. 

3 Lord ! it is not life to live. 

If thy presence thou deny : 

Lord ! if thou thy presence give, 

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While Israel heard with trembling awe 
Jehovah thunder forth his law, — 

2 But to mount Zion we are come, 

The city of the living God, 
Jerusalem our heavenly home, 

The courts by angel-legions trod ; 
Where meet in everlasting love 
The Church of the first-born above ; — 

3 To God, the Judge of quick and dead, 

The perfect spirits of the just, 
Jesus, our great new-covenant Head, 

The blood of sprinkling, — fromthedust, 
That better things than Abel's cries, 
And pleads a Saviour's sacrifice. 

4 Oh, hearken to the healing voice, 

That speaks from heaven, in tones so 
mild ! 
To-day, are life and death our choice ; 

To-day, through mercy reconciled, 
Our all to God we yet may give : 
Now let us hear his voice, and live. 

1 7 /i ^ " Thou wentest forth for the salvation 
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1 Like Israel's host to exile driven, 

Across the flood the pilgrims fled ; 
Their hands bore up the ark of Heaveiv 

Till on these savage shores they trod. 
And won the wilderness for God. 

2 Then, when their weary ark found rest, 

Another Zion proudly grew ; 
In more than Judah's glory dressed, 

With light that Israel never knew : 
From sea to sea her empire spread, 
Her temple heaven, and Christ her Head. 

3 Then let the grateful church, to-day, 

Its ancient rite with gladness keep ; 
And still our fathers' God display 

His kindness, though the fathers sleep: 
Oh, bless, as thou hast blessed the past, 

4 X 4:. Christ is mine. 

1 Why should I fear the darkest hour, 
Or tremble at the tempest's power ? 
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower. 
Though hot the fight, why quit the field ? 
Why should I either flee or yield. 
Since Jesus is my mighty Shield ? 

2 Tho' all the flocks and herds were dead. 
My soul a famine need not dread. 

For Jesus is my living bread. 
I know not what may soon betide, 
Or how my wants shall be supplied ; 
But Jesus knows and will provide. 

3 Though sin would fill me with distress, 
The throne of grace I dare address, 
For Jesus is my righteousness. 
Against me earth and hell combine. 
But on my side is power divine : 
Jesus is all, and he is mine. 

O O • " Loved with an everlasting love.'''' 

1 Though waves and storms go o'er my 

Though strength, and health, and 
friends be gone ; 
Though joys be withered all, and dead. 

Though every comfort be withdrawn ; 
On this my steadfast soul relies, — 
Father, thy mercy never dies. 

2 Fixed on this ground will I remain, 

Though heart may fail, and flesh decay; 
This anchor shall my soul sustain, 

When earth's foundations melt away : 
Mercv's full power I then shall prove, 
Loved with an everlasting love. 

RnS "^ Communion of Saints. 

<JUU. Heb. 12 : 18-65. 

1 Not to the mount that burned with flame. 
To darkness, tempest, and the sound 
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My foes, and healed my wounded mind ; 
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice 
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 
4 Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown ; 

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God ; 
Thee will I love beneath thy frown 

Or smile, thy scepter or thy rod : 
What though my heart and flesh decay. 
Thee shall I love in endless day. 

1 1 ^ O " TJie day is Thine, the night also is 
±±0^» 77ime."— Psalm 74. 

1 Thou art, O God, the life and light 

Of all this wondrous world we see : 
Its glow by day, its smile by night. 

Are but reflections caught from thee ; 
"Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. 
And all things fair and bright are thine. 

2 When day, with farewell beam, delays 

Among the opening clouds of even, 
And we can almost think we gaze 

Through golden vistas into heaven, — 
Those hues that make the sun's decline 
So soft, so radiant. Lord, are thine. 

3 When youthful spring around us breathes, 

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh. 
And every flower the summer wreathes 

Is born beneath thy kindling eye : 
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. 
And all things fair and bright arc thine. 

\_^ % i , " ^ know whom I have believed^ 

1 My Saviour ! can it ever be. 

And wilt thou deign to smile on me ? 
Yes ! thou wilt own me on that day, — 
Thou wilt not cast my soul away : 
I know in whoni I have believed ; 
I know by whom I am received. 

2 'Tis even so, my dying Lord ! 
Cleansed by thine all-atoning blood, 
I venture to believe, that day. 

When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
Will bring me bliss without alloy, 
And consummate and crown my joy. 

Q A O " ^^^' '"'* ^"^y ^^^ ^^ ashamed at 
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1 And art thou, gracious Master, gone, 

A mansion to prepare for me ? 
Shall I behold thee on thy throne. 

And there for ever sit with thee ? 
Then let the world approve or blame, 
I '11 triumph in thy glorious name ! 

2 Should I, to gain the world's applause, 

Or to escape its harmless frown. 
Refuse to love and plead thy cause. 

And make thy people's lot my own, — 
What shame would fill me in that day. 
When thou thy glory wilt display ! 

3 No ; let the world cast out my name, 

And vile account me, if they will ; 
If to confess the Lord be shame, 

I purpose to be viler still : 
For thee, my God, I all resign, 
Content if I can call thee mine. 

4 What transport then shall fill my heart. 

When thou my worthless name wilt own; 
When I shall see thee as thou art, 

And know as I myself am known ! 
From sin and fear and sorrow free. 
My soul shall find its rest in thee. 

O^Q, " Tftee will I love.'''' 

1 Thee will I love, my Strength and Tower, 
Thee will I love, my Joy and Crown, 

Thee will I love with all my power, 
In all my works, — and thee alone ; 
Thee will I love, till that pure fire 
Fills my whole soul with strong desire. 

2 In darkness willingly I strayed, 

I sought thee, yet from thee I roved ; 
Farwidemywanderingthoughtswere spread. 

Thy creatures more than thee I loved : 
And now, if more at length I see, 
*T is through thy light, and comes from thee. 

3 I thank thee, uncreated Sun, 

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1 Spirit of truth ! on this thy day, 

To thee for help we cry, 
To fljuide us through the dreary way 
Of dark mortality. 

2 "We ask not, Lord, the cloven flame, 

Or tongues of various tone ; 
But long thy praises to proclaim 
With fervor in our own. 

3 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, 

No mystic dreams we share ; 

Yet hope to feel thy comfort near, 

And bless thee in our prayer. 

4 When tongues shall cease, and power 

And knowledge empty prove. 
Do thou thy trembling servants stay 
With faith, and hope, and love. 

i \J JL, Christ above all else. 

1 Compared with Christ, in all beside 

No comeliness I see; 
The one thing needful, dearest Lord, 
Is to be one with thee. 

2 The sense of thine expiring love 

Into my soul convey; 
Thyself bestow ! for thee alone. 
My All in All, I pray. 

3 Less than thyself will not suffice 

My comfort to restore ; 
More than thyself I can not crave. 
And thou canst give no more. 

4 Whate'er consists not with thy love. 

Oh, teach me to resign ! 
I 'm rich to all th' intents of bliss, 
If thou, Lord, art mine. 

I O^. Christ is mine. 

1 When blest with that transporting view. 
That Jesus died for me. 

For this sweet hope what praise is due, 

God of grace, to thee ! 

2 And may I hope that Christ is mine ? 

That source of every bliss. 
That noblest gift of love divine ? 
What wondrous grace is this ! 

3 My highest praise, alas, hovr poor 1 

How cold my warmest love ! 
Dear Saviour, teach me to adore 
As angels do above. 

4 Then shall my joyful powers unite 

In more exalted lays, 
And join the happy sons of light 
In everlasting praise. 

4 4:4:» FuUness of Redemption. 

1 If thou impart thyself to me, 

No other good I need : 
If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 
. I shall be free indeed. 

2 I can not rest till in thy blood 

1 full redemption have ; 

But thou, through whom I come to God, 
Canst to the utmost save. 

3 From sin, — the guilt, the power, the pain, 

Thou wilt redeem my soul : 
Lord, I believe — and not in vain ; 
My faith shall make me whole. 

4 I, too, with thee, shall walk in white ; 

With all thy saints shall prove 
The length, and breadth, and depth, and 
Of everlasting love. 

• O • • " Saviour, Thyself reveaV 
1 Saviour, to me thyself reveal, 

While here on earth I rove ; 
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2 With thee conversing, I forget 

Ail time and toil and care ; 

Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 

If thon, my God, art here. 

3 Here, then, my God, be pleased to stay, 

And make my heart rejoice ; 
My bounding heart shall own thy sway, 
And echo to thy voice. 

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face ; 

Thy face, O God, I seek,— 
Attend the whispers of thy grace, 
And hear thee inly speak. 

5 Let this my every hour employ. 

Till I thy glory see. 
Enter into my Master's joy, 
And find my heaven in thee. 

^ 2^ Q ^ " J^ow, Lord, I would be Thine alone.'" 

1 As by the light of opening day 

The stars are all concealed, 
So earthly pleasures fade away 
When Jesus is revealed. 

2 These pleasures now no longer please, 

No more content afford ; 
Far from my heart be joys like these. 
For I have seen the Lord. 

3 Now, Lord ! I would be thine alone, 

And wholly live to thee ; 
But may I hope that thou wilt own 
A worthless one like me? 

4 Yes ; though of sinners I 'm the worst, 

I can not doubt thy will ; 
For if thou hadst not loved me first, 
I had refused thee still. 

U ^* ^* Spirit of Peace— Psalm 188. 

1 Spirit of peace ! celestial Dove ! • 

How excellent thy praise ! 
No richer gift than Christian love 
Thy gracious power displays. 

'/ ckoell with him that is of a humbl« 

2 Sweet as the dew on herb and flower 

That silently distills. 
At evening's soft and balmy hour, 
On Zion's fruitful hills, — 

3 So, with mild influence from above, 

Shall promised grace descend. 
Till universal peace and love 
O'er all the earth extend ! 


1 Thy home is with the humble, Lord F 

The simplest are the best ; 
Thy lodging is in child-like hearts; 
Thou makest there thy rest. 

2 Dear Comforter! eternal Love! 

If thou wilt stay with me. 
Of lowly thoughts and simple ways 
I '11 build a house for thee. 

3 Who made this beating heart of mine 

But thou, my heavenly Guest ? 
Let no one have it, then, but thee, 
And let it be thy rest! 

y X ^, The Simplicity of Christ. 

1 Oh, see how Jesus trusts himself 

Unto our childish love I 
As though by his free ways with us 
Our earnestness to prove. 

2 His sacred name a common word 

On earth he loves to hear ; 
There is no majesty in him 

Which love may not come near. 

3 The light of love is round his feet. 

His paths are never dim ; 
And he comes nigh to us when we 
Dare not come nigh to him. 

4 Let us be simple with him, then. 

Not backward, stift", nor cold. 
As though our Bethlehem could be 
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1 'T IS not that I did choose thee, 

For, Lord, that could not be ; 
This heart would still refuse thee, 

But thou hast chosen me : 
Thou from the sin that stained me 

Hast made me pure and free ; 
Of old thou hast ordained me 

That I should live to thee. 

2 T was sovereign mercy called me. 

And taught my opening mind ; 
The world had else enthralled me, 

To heavenly glories blind. 
My heart owns none above thee ; 

For thy rich grace I thirst ; 
This knowing, if I love thee, 

Thou must have loved me first. 

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1 FAINT and feeble-hearted, 

Why thus cast down with fear ? 
Fresh aid shall be imparted ; 
Thy God unseen is near. 

2 His eye can never slumber, 

He marks thy cruel foes ; 
Observes their strength, their number. 
And all thy weakness knows. 

3 Through heavy clouds of sorrow 

Make dark thy path to-day, 
There may shine forth to-morrow 
Once more a cheering ray. 

4 Though doubts and griefs assailing 
Conceal heaven's fair abode ; 
Yet now faith's power prevailing 
Should stay thy mind on God. 

X U X • -^''^ ancient Sacramental Hymn, 

1 O Bread to pilgrims given, 

O Food that angels eat, 
O Manna sent from heaven. 

For heaven-born natures meet ! 
Give us for thee long pining. 

To eat till richly filled ; 
Till, earth's delights resigning, 

Our every wish is stilled ! 

2 O Water, life-bestowing, 

From out the Saviour's heart, 
A fountain purely flowing, 

A fount of love thou art ! 
Oh let us, freely tasting. 

Our burning thirst assuage ! 
Thy sweetness, never wasting, 

Avails from age to age. 

3 Jesus, this feast receiving. 

We thee unseen adore ; 
Thy faithful word believing. 

We take — and doubt no more ; 
Give us, thou true and loving. 

On earth to live in thee ; 
Then, death the vail removing, 

Thy glorious face to see ! 

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1 On the mountain's top appearing, 

Lo ! the sacred herald stands. 
Welcome news to Zion bearing, 
Zion long in hostile lands : 

Mourning captive ! 
God himself will loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful ? 

Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 
Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 
By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 

Cease thy mourning ! 
Zion still is well beloved. 

3 God, thy God will now restore thee ; 

He himself appears thy Friend ; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 
Here their boasts and triumphs end : 

Great deliverance 
Zion's King vouchsafes to send. 

4 Enemies no more shall trouble, — 

All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; 
For thy shame thou shalt have double. 
In thy Maker's favor blest : 

All thy conflicts 
End in everlasting rest. 

X.\.Zii» " ^y kingdom come."— Matt. 6 : 10. 

1 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 

Look, my soul ! be still, — and gaze ; 
See the promises advancing 
To a glorious day of grace : 

Blessed jubilee ! 
Let thy glorious morning dawn. 

2 Let the dark, benighted pagan, 

Let the rude barbarian see 
That divine and glorious conquest, 
Once obtained on Calvary : 

Let the gospel 
Loud resound, from pole to pole ! 

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3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness — 

Grant them. Lord, the glorious light ; 
Now from eastern coast to western 
May the morning chase the night; 

Let redemption. 
Freely purchased, win the day. 

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ! 

Win and conquer, — never cease ; 
May thy lasting, wide dominions 
Multiply and still increase : 

Sway thy scepter. 
Saviour ! all the world around. 

JL ^ Q \) • ^* Judgment welcomed. 

1 Lo ! he Cometh — countless trumpets 

Wake to life the slumbering dead ; 
Mid ten thousand saints and angels, 
See their great, exalted Head : 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome. Son of God 1 

2 Full of joyful expectation. 

Saints behold the Judge appear I 
Truth and justice go before him — 
Now the joyful sentence hear : 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome. Judge divine ! 

3 " Come, ye blessed of my Father, 

Enter into life and joy ; 
Banish all your fears and sorrows ; 
Endless praise be your employ : " 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome to the skies ! 


Great Jehovah, we adore thee, 
God the Father, God the Son, 

God the Spirit, joined in glory 
On the same eternal throne ; 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One ! 


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1 Ye humble souls, approach your God 

With songs of sacred praise ; 
For he is good, supremely good, 
And kind are all his ways. 

2 All nature owns his guardian care ; 

In him we live and move ; 
But nobler benefits declare 
The wonders of his love. 

3 He gave his well beloved Son, 

To save our souls from sin : 
'T is here he makes his goodness known, 
And proves it all divine. 

4 To this dear Refuge, Lord, we come. 

And here our hope relies ; 
A safe defense, a peaceful home. 
When storms of trouble rise. 

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 

The souls who trust in thee ; 
Their humble hope thou wilt reward 
With bliss divinely free. 

6 Great God ! to thine almighty love 

W^hat honors shall we raise ? 
Not all the raptured songs above 
Can render equal praise. 

O^O. " ^^« '^<^« of Christ constraineth us:'' 

1 Jesus, in thy transporting name 

What blissful glories rise ! 
Jesus — the angels' sweetest theme ! 
The wonder of the skies ! 

2 Well might the skies with wonder view 

A love so strange as thine ! 
No thought of angels ever knew 
Compassion so divine ! 

3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky 

To bear our sins and woes ? 

And didst thou bleed, and groan, and die 
For vile, rebellious foes ? 

4 Is there a heart that will not bend 

To thy divine control ? 
Descend, O sovereign Love, descend, 
And melt the stubborn soul ! 

5 Oh, may our willing hearts confess 

Thy sweet, thy gentle sway ! 
Glad captives of resistless grace, 
Thy pleasing rule obey. 

6 Corne, dearest Lord, extend thy reign, 

Till rebels rise no more ; 
Thy praise all nature then shall join, 
And heaven and earth adore. 

1 1 Q^ " 7%ey come,' they come— thine exiled 
■*-J-«^j:« bands." 

1 Daughter of Zion ! from the dust 

Exalt thy fallen head ; 
Again in thy Redeemer trust ; 
He calls thee from the dead. 

2 Awake, awake ! put on thy strength, 

Thy beautiful array ; 
The day of freedom dawns at length, 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge. 

And send thy heralds forth ; 
Say to the south, " Give up thy charge," 
And keep not back, O north ! 

4 They come, they come ! — thine exiled 

Where'er they rest or roam. 
Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
And hasten to their home. 

5 Thus, though the universe shall burn, 

And God his works destroy, 
With songs thy ransomed shall retura 
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1 Happy the souls to Jesus joined, 

And saved by grace alone : 
Walking in all his ways, they find 
Their heaven on earth begun. 

2 The church triumphant in thy love, — 

Their mighty joys we know : 
They sing the Lamb in hymns above, 
And we, in hymns below. 

3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise. 

And bow before thy throne : 
We, in the kingdom of thy grace ; — 
The kingdoms are but one. 

4 The holy to the holiest leads ; 

From thence our spirits rise : 
And he that in thy statutes treads 
Shall meet thee in the skies. 

Q I J_ , "Of one heart and of on& touV 

1 Blest be the dear, uniting love, 

That will not let us part : 
Our bodies may far off remove ; 
We still are one in heart. 

2 Joined in one spirit to our head, 

Where he appoints we go ; 

We still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 

And show his praise below. 

3 Oh, may we ever walk in him, 

And nothing know beside ! 
Nothing desire, nothing esteem, 
But Jesus crucified ! 

4 Partakers of the Saviour's grace. 

The same in mind and heart, 
Not joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 
Nor life, nor death, can part. 


1 Father of mercies, send thy grace, 
All powerful from above, 

'Sym^pathy like that of Christ"* 
Luke 10: 80—87. 

To form in our obedient souls 
The image of thy love. 

Oh, may our sympathizing breasts 
That generous pleasure know, 

Kindly to share in others' joy. 
And weep for others' woe ! 

When poor and helpless sons of grief 

In deep distress are laid. 
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 

And swift our hands to aid. 

So Jesus looked on dying men. 
When throned above the skies. 

And in the Father's bosom blest. 
He felt compassion rise. 

On wings of love the Saviour flew, 
To raise us from the ground. 

And made the richest of his blood 
A balm for every wound ! 

'77iey shall he as Mount Zion.'''' — Psalm 128. 


1 Unshaken as the sacred hill. 

And fixed as mountains be. 
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, 
That leans, O Lord, on thee ! 

2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well 

Old Salem's happy ground. 

As those eternal arms of love, 

That every saint surround. 

3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, 

And lead them safely on 
To the bright gates of paradise. 
Where Christ, their Lord, is gone. 


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One God, whom we adorc^ 

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t/Ort. Psalm 116. 

1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest. 

From vain pursuits and maddening 
From lonely woes that wring thy breast, 
The world's alluring, fatal snares. 

2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, 

From all the wanderings of thy thought. 
From sickness unto death made whole. 
Safe through a thousand perils brought. 

3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return. 

From passions every hour at strife ; 
Sin's works and ways and wages spurn ; 
Lay hold upon eternal life. 

4 God is thy Rest ; with heart inclined 

To keep his word, that word believe : 
Christ is thy Rest ; with lowly mind, 
His light and easy yoke receive. 

"10^1 Prayer of the Church in Time of Deser- 
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1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel, 
Who didst between the cherubs dwell. 
And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep. 
Safe through the desert and the deep ! 

2 Thy church is in the desert now ; 
Shine from on high, and guide us thro' ; 
Turn us to thee, thy love restore : 

We shall be saved, and sigh no more. 

3 Hast thou not planted with thy hand 
A lovely vine in this our land ? 

Did not thy power defend it round. 
And heavenly dew enrich the ground ? 

4 How did the spreading branches shoot. 
And bless the nations with their fruit? 
But now, O Lord, look down and see 
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 

5 Return, almighty God, return ! 

Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn : 
Turn us to thee, thy love restore ; 
We shall be saved, and sigh no more ! 

I X O . " ^^<^^'^ /""^ ^y tears .'"—Luke 22 : 62. 

1 Flow fast, my tears ! the cause is great ; 

This tribute claims an injured Friend — 
One whom I long pursued with hate. 
And yet he loved me to the end. 

2 Fast flow my tears, — yet faster flow ! 

Stream copious as yon purple tide : 
'T was I that dealt the deadly blow ; 
I urged the hand that pierced his side. 

3 Fast, and yet faster flow my tears ! 

Love breaks the heart, and drowns the 

His visage marred toward heaven he 

And, pleading for his murderers, dies ! 

I O O • Unto Jesus. 

1 See a poor sinner, dearest Lord, 
Whose soul, encouraged by thy word, 
At mercy's footstool would remain. 
And then would look, — and look again. 

2 Ah ! bring a wretched wanderer home. 
Now to thy footstool let me come. 
And tell thee all my grief and pain. 
And wait and look, — and look again ! 

3 Take courage, then, my trembling soul ; 
One look from Christ will make thee 

whole : 
Trust thou in him, 't is not in vain. 
But wait and look, — and look again. 

4 Look to the Lord, his word, his throne ; 
Look to his grace, and not your own ; 
There wait and look, and look again ; 
You shall not wait, nor look in vain. 

5 Ere long that happy day will come. 
When I shall reach my blissful home ; 
And when t^ glory I attain. 

Oh, then I '11 look,— and look again ! 



4:t/ 4 • ^o JTope in the Grave. 

1 While life prolongs its precious light, 

Mercy is found, and peace is given ; 
But soon, ah ! soon, approaching night 
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 

2 While God invites, how blest the day ! 

How sweet the gospel's charming 
sound ! 
Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away. 
While yet a pardoning God he 's found. 

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 

Shall death command you to the 
Before his bar your spirits bring. 
And none be found to hear or save. 

4 In that lone land of deep despair 

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise ; 
No God regard your bitter prayer. 
Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 

5 Now God invites — how blest the day ! 

How sweet the gospel's charming 
sound ! 
Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away. 
While yet a pardoning God is found. 

5 O 1 . " ^f^o «^«'^ deliver me r 

1 Oil that my load of sin were gone ! 

Oh that I could at last submit 
At Jesus' feet to lay it down — 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 

2 Rest for my soul I long to find : 

Saviour of all, if mine thou art. 
Give me thy meek and lowly mind. 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 

And fully set my spirit free : 
I can not rest, till pure within — 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; 

Thy light and easy burden prove, — 

The cross all stained with hallowed blood. 
The labor of thy dying love. 

5 I would — but thou must give the power ; 
My heart from every sin release : 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
And fill me with thy perfect peace ! 

m''''AU things hut loss for Chrisf^ 
Phil. 3: 7, 8. 

1 No more, my God, I boast no more 

Of all the duties I have done ; 
I quit the hopes I held before. 
To trust the merits of thy Son. 

2 Now, for the love I bear his name. 

What was my gain, I count my loss ; 
My former pride I call my shame. 
And nail my glory to his cross. 

3 Yes ; and I must and will esteem 

All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 
Oh, may my soul be found in him. 
And of his righteousness partake ! 

4 The best obedience of my hands 

Dares not appear before thy throne ; 
But faith can answer thy demands 
By pleading what my Lord has done. 

Mf^iS '■'■Ileis my defense; I shall not le moved. " 
^^^' Psalm 62. 

1 My spirit looks to God alone ; 
My rock and refuge is his throne ; 
In all my fears, in all my straits. 
My soul on his salvation waits. 

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways ; 
Pour out your hearts before his face ; 
When helpers fail, and foes invade, 
God is our all-sufficient Aid. 


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Father, we praise thy majesty ! 
The Son, the Spirit, we adore. 
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1 I LOVE to steal, awhile, away 

From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love, in solitude, to shed 

The penitential tear; 
And all his promises to plead, 
Where none but God can hear. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore ; 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I love, by faith, to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day ! 

J[ O y • " ^^*^ "^ tears— j^eap in ^"oy."— Psalm 126. 

1 When God revealed his gracious name, 

And changed my mournful state, 
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, 
The grace appeared so great. 

2 The world beheld the glorious change, 

And did thy hand confess ; 
My tongue broke out in unknown strains, 
And sung surprising grace. 

3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 

Can give us day for night ; 
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 
To rivers of delight. 

4 Let those that sow in sadness wait 

Till the fair harvest come ; 

They shall confess their sheaves are great, 
And shout the blessings home. 

•4:^4:« "-'^ *f^^ points tempted like as we are."" 

1 With joy we meditate the grace 

Of our High Priest above : 
His heart is made of tenderness — 
It melts with pitying love. 

2 Touched with a sympathy within, 

He knows our feeble frame ; 
He knows what sore temptations mean. 
For he hath felt the same. 

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh. 

Poured out his cries and tears ; 
And, in his measure, feels afresh 
What every member bears. 

4 He '11 never quench the smoking flax^ 

But raise it to a flame ; 
The bruised reed he never breaks, 
Nor scorns the meanest name. 

5 Then let our humble faith address 

His mercy and his power ; 
We shall obtain delivering grace 
In the distressing hour. 

4:0 0» " "^y 'W<^rd is a lamp unto my fett^ 

1 How precious is the book divine, 

By inspiration given! 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine. 
To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts. 

In this dark vale of tears ; 
Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

3 This lamp, through all the tedious night 

Of life, shall guide our way ; 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 




" We are more than conquerors.'''' 
Kom. 8: 35—39. 

1 Who, who can part our ransomed souls 

From Jesus and his love ; 
Or break the sacred chain that binds 
The earth to heaven above ? 

2 Let troubles rise, and terrors frown, 

And days of darkness fall ; — 
Through him all dangers we '11 defy, 
And more than conquer all. 

3 Nor death, nor life, nor earth, nor hell, 

Nor time's destroying sway. 
Can e'er efface us from his heart, 
Or make his love decay. 

4 Each coming period he will bless. 

As he hath blessed the past ; 
He loved us from the first of time,— 
He loves us to the last. 

JUJ X • " -^^^ grace was not in vain.^^ 

1 Amazing grace ! (how sweet the sound !) 

That saved a wretch like me : 
I once was lost, but now am found. 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to 

And grace my fears relieved : 
How precious did that grace appear. 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 
'T is grace has brought me safe thus far. 
And grace will lead me home. 

X X U O • " Neither do I condemn <Aee." 

1 Oh, if thy brow, serene and calm, 
From earthly stain is free, 
View not with scorn the erring one, — 
He once was pure like thee. 

2 Oh, if the smiles of love are thine. 
Its joyous ecstasy. 

Shun not the poor, forsaken one, — 
He once was loved like thee ! 

3 And still, 'mid shame, and guilt, and woe, 

One being loves him still. 
Who, blessing thee, hath poured on him 
The world's extremest ill. 

4 He knows the secret lure which led 

Those youthful steps astray ; 
He knows that they who holiest are 
Might fall from him away. 

5 Then, with the love of him who said, 

" Go thou, and sin no more," 

Save, save the sinner from despair. 

And peace and hope restore ! 

"I O ^ A " /«. my Father'' 8 hoxise are many 
\^Lj\J\j • mansions" 

1 When I can read my title clear 

To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear. 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 

And hellish darts be hurled. 

Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 

And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

And storms of sorrow fall ; 
May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all, — 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest. 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore. 
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0U^» -^'^ constraining Love of Christ. 

1 LOVE divine, what liast thou done ! 

The Lord of life hath died for me ! 
The Father's coeternal Son 

Bore all my sins upon the tree : 
Th' incarnate God for me hath died ; 
The Lord, my Love, was crucified. 

2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by, 

The bleeding Prince of life and peace, 
Come, sinners, see your Saviour die, 

And say, was ever grief like his ! 
Come, feel with me his blood applied ; 
The Lord, my Love, was crucified ; — 

3 Was crucified for you and me. 

To bring us, rebels, back to God ; 
Salvation now for us is free ; 

His church is purchased with his blood : 
Pardon and life flow from his side ; 
The Lord, my Love, is crucified. 

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, 

And gladly catch the healing stream ; 
All things for him account but dross, 

And give up all our hearts to him : 
Of nothing think or speak beside — 
The Lord, my Love, was crucified. 

O J. . 'I^ returning Wanderer. 

1 Weary of wandering from my God, 

And now made willing to return, 
I hear, and bow beneath the rod ; 

For thee, not without hope, I mourn : 
I have an Advocate above, 
A Friend before the throne of love. 

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace ! 

More full of grace than I of sin ; 
Yet once again I seek thy face. 
Open thine arms and take me in ; 

And freely my backslidings heal. 
And love the faithless sinner still. 

Thou know'st the way to bring me back, 

My fallen spirit to restore ; 
Oh, for thy truth and mercy's sake, 

Forgive, and bid me sin no more ! 
The ruins, of my soul repair. 
And make my heart a house of prayer. 

Longing to follow Christ. 


1 More hard than marble is my heart. 

And foul with sins of deepest stain ; 
But thou the mighty Saviour art, 

Nor flowed thy cleansing blood in 
vain : 
Ah, soften, melt this rock, and may 
Thy blood wash all these stains away ! 

2 Oh that I, as a little child. 

May follow thee, and never rest. 
Till sweetly thou hast breathed thy mild 

And lowly mind into my breast ! 
May I be one, O Lord, with thee, 
And never parted may we be. 

3 Still let thy love point out my wav : 

How wondrous things that love hath 
wrought ! 
Still lead me, lest I go astray ; 

Direct my word, inspire my thought : 
And if I fall, soon may I hear 
Thy voice, and know thy love is near. 

4 In suflfering be thy love my peace ; 

In weakness be thy love my power ; 
And, when the storms of life shall cease, 

Jesus ! in that momentous hour. 
In death, as life, be thou my guide, 
And save me, who for me hast died.' 



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^t){j, Christ All in All. 

1 Thou hidden Source of calm repose, 

Thou all-sufRcient Love Divine, 
My help and refuge from my foes, 

Secure I am, if thou art mine ! 
And lo ! from sin, and grief, and shame, 
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name. 

2 Jesus, my All in All thou art. 

My rest in toil, my ease in pain ; 
The healing of my broken heart; 

In strife, my peace ; in loss, my gain ; 
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown ; 
In shame, my glory and my crown ; — 

3 In want, ray plentiful supply ; 

In weakness, my almighty power ; 
In bonds, my perfect liberty ; 

My light, in Satan's darkest hour ; 
Thee, in each grief, my joy I call ; 
My life in death, my All in All ! 

Q O^, " Thou hidden Love of God:'' 

1 Thou hidden Love of God, whose height. 

Whose depth unfathomed, no man 
I see from far thy beauteous light ; 

Inly I sigh for thy repose : 
My heart is pained, nor can it be 
At rest, till it finds rest in thee ! 

2 Is there a thing beneath the sun. 

That strives with thee my heart to share ? 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The Lord of every motion there : 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it has found repose in thee ! 


"■My soul trueteth in Thee.** 

1 Do not I trust in thee, O Lord ? 
Do I not rest in thee alone ? 
Is not the comfort of thy word 

The sweetest cordial I have known ? 

When vexed with care, bowed down 

with grief. 
Where else could I obtain relief? 

2 And is it not my chief desire 

To feel as if a stranger here ? 
Do not my hopes and thoughts aspire 

Beyond this transitory sphere ? 
And art thou not, while here I roam. 
My hope, my hiding-place, my home ? 

3 Oh, yes! these things are ever true; 

Thy promise is for ever sure ; 
And all I now am passing through, 

And all that I may still endure, 
Will but endear thy word to me, 
And draw me nearer, Lord, to thee. 

4 And now on thee I cast my soul, 

Come life or death, come ease or pain ; 
Thy presence can each fear control, 

Thy grace can to the end sustain : 
Those whom thou lovest, heavenly Friend, 
Thou lovest even to the end ! 

y X d • Prayer for Likeness to God. 

1 Now, O my God, thou hast my soul ; 

No longer mine, -but thine I am ; 
Guard thou thine own, possess the whole ; 

Cheer it with hope, with love inflame : 
To thee, the Lord of earth and skies, 
I come a living sacrifice. 

2 Send down thy likeness from above, 

And this let my adorning be : 
Clothe me with wisdom, patience, love, 

With lowliness and purity, — 
Than gold and pearls more precious far, 
And brighter than the morning star. 

3 Lord, arm me with thy Spirit's might, 

Since I am called by thy great name : 
In thee let all my thoughts unite, 

Of all my works be thou the aim ; 
Thy love attend me all my days, 
And all my pleasure be thy praise ! 


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Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
Meet it is for us to give. 

4 Help, ye bright angelic spirits ! 

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays : 
Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; 
Help to chant Immanuel's praise. 

4: y « " / would love Thee:'' 

1 I WOULD love thee, God and Father ! 

My Redeemer, and my King ! 
I would love thee ; for, without thee, 
Life is but a bitter thing. 

2 I would love thee ; every blessing 

Flows to me from out thy throne : 
I would love thee — he who loves thee 
Never feels himself alone. 

3 I would love thee ; look upon me, 

Ever guide me with thine eye ; 

I would love thee ; if not nourished 

By thy love, my soul would die. 

4 I would love thee ; may thy brightness 

Dazzle my rejoicing eyes ! 
I would love thee ; may thy goodness 
Watch from heaven o'er all I prize. 

5 I would love thee, I have vowed it ; 

On thy love my heart is set : 

While I love thee, I will never 

My Redeemer's blood forget. 

I 1 ^ " Bring ye all the tithes into the store- 
-*--'-'-' ^^» hmine.'''' 

Ji\)\j, The Song of the Angela.— Luke 2. 

1 Hark ! wliat mean those holy voices. 

Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
Lo I tir angelic host rejoices ; 
Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 

2 Hear them tell the wondrous story. 

Hear them chant in hymns of joy : 
"Glory in the highest, glory! 
Glory be to God most high ! 

3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven. 

Reaching far as man is found ; 
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ! 
Loud our golden harps shall sound. 

4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; 

Heaven and earth his praises sing ! 
Oh, receive whom God appointed 
For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! 

5 " Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ; 

Learn his name, and taste his joy : 
Till in heaven ye sing before him, 
* Glory be to God most high !'" 

Worship of the living Christ. 


1 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, 

There for ever to abide ; 
All the heavenly hosts adore thee. 
Seated at thy Father's side. 

2 There for sinners thou art pleading. 

There thou dost our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding. 
Till in glory we appear. 

3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 

1 With my substance I will honor 
My Redeemer and my Lord ; 
Were ten thousand worlds my manor. 
All were nothing to his word. 

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2 While the heralds of salvation 

His abounding grace proclaim, 
Let his friends, of every station, 
Gladly join to spread his fame. 

3 Be his kingdom now promoted, 

Let the earth her Monarch know 
Be my all to him devoted ; 
To my Lord my all I owe. 

4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations ! 

Praise him, all ye hosts above ! 
Shout, with joyful acclamations, 
His divine, victorious love ! 

Under Bis wings shall thou trusV 
Psalm 91. 


1 Call the Lord thy sure salvation, 

Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade ; 
In his secret habitation 

Dwell, and never be dismayed ! 

2 There no tumult can alarm thee, 

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
Guile nor violence can harm thee. 
In eternal safeguard there. 

3 Thee, tho' winds and waves are swelling, 

God, thy Hope, shall bear through all ; 
Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling. 
Thee no evil shall befall. 

4 He shall charge his angel legions 

Watch and ward o'er thee to keep. 

Though thou walk thro' hostile regions. 

Though in deseit wilds thou sleep. 

5 Since, with firm and pure affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love. 
With the wings of his protection 
He shall shield thee from above. 

XUiwO* ^'Zion, city 0/ our God:'' 

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ; 
He whose word can ne'er be broken 
Chose thee for his own abode. 

2 Lord, thy church is still thy dwelling, 

Still is precious in thy sight ; 
Judah's temple far excelling, 
Beaming with the gospel's light. 

3 On the Rock of Ages founded, • 

What can shake her sure repose ? 
With salvation's wall surrounded, 
She can smile at all her foes. 

4 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ; 
He whose word can ne'er be broken 
Chose thee for his own abode. 

^^{), ''And the Light shineth in darkness." 

1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 

Borders on the shades of death ! 
Rise on us, thyself revealing. 

Rise and chase the clouds beneath. 

2 Thou, of heaven and earth Creator ! 

In our deepest darkness rise ; 

Scatter all the night of nature ; 

Pour the day upon our eyes. 

3 Still we wait for thine appearing ; 

Life and joy thy beams impart, 
Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
Every poor, benighted heart. 

4 By thine all sufficient merit. 

Every burdened soul release ; 
Every weary, wandering spirit. 
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^\r^» I have my being J'' 

1 Yes, I will bless thee, my God! 

Through all my earthly days; 
And to eternity prolong 

Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 

2 In every smiling, happy hour, 

Be this ray sweet employ : 
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, 
And doubles all my joy. 

3 When gloomy care, and keen distress 

Afflict my throbbing breast. 
Thy praise shall mingb with my tears, 
And lull each pain to rest. 

4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim 

The honors of my God : 
My life, with all its active powers, 
Shall spread thy praise abroad. 

6 Nor death itself shall stop my song, 
Though it will close my eyes ; 
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights. 
And sweeter raptures rise. 
6 There shall my lips in endless praise 
Their grateful tribute pay; 
The theme demands an angel's tongue, 
And an eternal day. 

TTum knowefit that I love thee." 
John 21 : 15—17. 


1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord? 

Behold my heart and see ; 
And turn the dearest idol out 
That dares to rival thee. 

2 Do not I love thee from my soul ? 

Then let me nothing love : 

Dead be my heart to every joy 

When Jesus can not move. 

3 Is not thy name melodious still 

To mine attentive ear ? 

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 

I would disdain to feed ? 
Hast thou a foe before whose face 
I fear thy cause to plead ? 

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 

In honor of thy name ? 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th' immortal flame ? 

6 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord ; 

But, oh ! I long to soar 
Far from th'^. sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love thee more. 

All things are yotc/rs." — 1 Cor. 8: 


1 If God is mine, then present things 

And things to come are mine ; 
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too, 
And glory all divine. 

2 If he is mine, then from his love 

He every trouble sends ; 
All things are working for my good, 
And bliss his rod attends. 

3 If he is mine, I need not fear 

The rage of earth and hell ; 
He will support my feeble power, 
Their utmost force repel. 

4 If he is mine, let friends forsake, 

Let wealth and honors flee : 
Sure, he who giveth me himself, 
Is more than these to me. 

5 If he is mine, I '11 boldly pass 

Through death's dark, lonely vale : 
He is my comfort and my stay. 
When heart and flesh shall fail. 

6 Oh, tell me, Lord, that thou art mine ; 

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When all the streams are dried. 

^ ( j^, '''•On earth ^eace."— Luke 2. 

1 Calm, on the listening ear of night, 

Come heaven's melodious strains. 
Where wild Judea stretches far 
Her silver-mantled plains. 

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, 

'Mid sacred glories there ; 
And angels, with their sparkling lyres. 
Make music on the air. 

3 The answering hills of Palestine 

Send back the glad reply ; 
And greet, from all their holy heights. 
The day-spring from on high. 

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

There comes a holier calm ; 
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 

Her silent groves of palm. 
6 " Glory to God !" the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems ring ; 
" Peace to the earth — good will to men. 

From heaven's eternal King." 

O O . ^« ^^*^/ 6^ace. 

1 Happy the heart where graces reign, 

Where love inspires the breast ; 
Love is the brightest of the train, 
And strengthens all the rest. 

2 Knowledge — alas ! 't is all in vain. 

And all in vain our fear; 
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign. 
If love be absent there. 

3 This is the grace that lives and sings. 

When faith and hope shall cease ; 
'T is this shall strike our joyful strings. 
In realms of endless peace. 

4 Before we quite forsake our clay, 

Or leave this dark abode, 

The wings of love bear us away, 
To see our smiling God. 

y \J Q , " Think gently of the erring."" 

1 Think gently of the erring one ! 

And let us not forget, 
However darkly stained by sin, 
He is our brother yet. 

2 Heir of the same inheritance. 

Child of the self-same God ; 
He hath but stumbled in the path, 
We have in weakness trod. 

3 Speak gently to the erring one : 

Thou yet may'st lead him back. 
With holy words, and tones of love. 
From misery's thorny track. 

4 Forget not thou hast often sinned, 

And sinful yet must be : 
Deal gently with the erring one. 
As God has dealt with thee. 

Q ^ 1 " -?^ «'*^^ joy *'«■ ^^« God of my salvation^ 
VOX. Hab. 3: 17, 18. 

1 What though no flowers the fig-tree 

Though vines their fruit deny. 
The labor of the olive fail, 
And fields no meat supply ; 

2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, 

My flock cut off I see ; 
Though famine pine in empty stalls, 
Where herds were wont to be ; 

3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad. 

And glory in his love ; 
In him I '11 joy, who will the God 
Of my salvation prove. 

4 God is the treasure of my soul. 

The source of lasting joy ; 
A joy which want shall not impair, 
Nor death itself destroy. 


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1 Still with tliee, O my God, 

I would desire to be ; 
By day, by niglit, at home, abroad, 
I would be still with thee : 

2 With thee, when dawn comes in, 

And calls me back to care; 
Each day returning to begin 
With thee, my God, in prayer : 

3 With thee, amid the crowd 

That throngs the busy mart. 
To hear thy voice, 'mid clamor loud. 
Speak softly to my heart: 

4 With thee, when day is done. 

And evening calms the mind : 
The setting as the rising sun 

With thee my heart would find : 

5 With thee, when darkness brings 

The signal of repose ; 
Calm in the shadow of thy wings, 
Mine eyelids I would close : 

6 With thee, in thee, by faith 

Abiding I would be ; 
By day, by night, in life, in death, 
I would be still with thee. 

t/ I i • " V God he for us, w7io can be against us ?" 

1 Here I can firmly rest ; 

I dare to boastVjf this. 
That God, the highest and the best, 
My Friend and Father is. 

2 In me he ever dwells; 

O'er all my mind he reigns; 
All care and sadness he dispels, 
And soothes away my pains. 

3 At cost of all I have,— 

At cost of life and limb, 

I cling to God, who yet shall save ; 
I will not turn from him. 

4 The world may fail and flee ; 

Thou, God, my Father art ; 
Not fire, nor sword, nor plague, from thee 
My trusting soul shall part. 

5 No joys that angels know ; 

No throne nor wide-spread fame, 
No love nor loss, nor fear nor woe, 
No grief of heart or shame — 

6 Man can not aught conceive. 

Of pleasure or of harm, 
That e'er shall tempt my soul to leave 
Her refuge in thine arm. 

JLil^OO. ^'^ There remaineili therefore a rest." 

1 And is there. Lord, a rest 

For weary souls designed. 
Where not a care shall stir the breast, 
Or sorrow entrance find ? 

2 Is there a blissful home, 

Where kindred minds shall meet. 
And live, and love, nor ever roam 
From that serene retreat ? 

3 Are there bright, happy fields. 

Where naught that blooms shall die ; 
Where each new scene fresh pleasure 
And healthful breezes sigh ? 

4 Are there celestial streams. 

Where living waters glide. 
With murmurs sweet as angel dreams, 
And flowery banks beside ? 

5 For ever blessed they. 

Whose joyful feet shall stand. 
While endless ages waste away. 
Amid that glorious land ! 



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6 My soul would thither tend, 

While toilsome years are given ; 
Then let me, gracious God, ascend 
To sweet repose in heaven! 

J_ \/ Jl I , "-^ love thy kingdom, Lord.'''' 

1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord — 

The house of thine abode, 
The church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy church, O God ! 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

3 For her my tears shall fall. 

For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given. 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

4 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways. 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 

Her hymns of love and praise. 
6 Jesus, thou Friend divine. 

Our Saviour and our King, 
Thy hand from every snare and foe 

Shall great deliverance bring. 
6 Sure as thy truth shall last. 

To Zion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield. 

And brighter bliss of heaven. 

I A A O " Tliat we sJioidd he called the sons of Oodl 
\.\J\jLi, 1 John 8: 1, 2. 

1 Behold, what wondrous grace 

The Father has bestowed 
On sinners of a mortal race. 
To call them sons of God ! 

2 Nor doth it yet appear 

How great we must be made ; 

But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

3 A hope so much divine 

May trials well endure ; 
May purify our souls from sin, 
As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 

4 If in my Father's love 

I share a filial part. 
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, 
To rest upon my. heart. 

5 We would no longer lie 

Like slaves beneath the throne ; 
Our faith shall " Abba, Father," cry, 
And thou the kindred own. 

4 4 0« Lvoing hy Faith only. 

1 If through unruffled seas 

Toward heaven we calmly sail. 
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee, 
We '11 own the fostering gale. 

2 But should the surges rise. 

And rest delay to come. 
Blest be the sorrow, kind the storm, 
Which drives us nearer home. 

3 Soon shall our doubts and fears 

All yield to thy control ; 
Thy tender mercies shall illume 
The midnight of the soul. 

4 Teach us, in every state. 

To make thy will our own ; 
And, when the joys of sense depart, 
To live by faith alone. 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

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J!i\jj^, The Conflict, 

1 'T IS midnight, and, on Olive's brow, 

The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 
'T is midiiiglit ; in the garden now 
The suffering Saviour prays alone. 

2 'T is midnight ; and, from all removed, 

The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; 
Ev'n that disciple whom he loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt. 

The Man of sorrows weeps in blood ; 
Yet he, who hath in anguish knelt. 
Is not forsaken by his God. 

4 'T is midnight, — and from ether-plains 

Is borne the song that angels know : 
Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 

^ 9 O . " -'if *« flms?ied:'—John 19 : 80. 

1 " 'T IS finished !" — so the Saviour cried. 
And meekly bowed his head, and died : 
" 'T is finished !" — yes, the race is run. 
The battle fought, the victory won. 

2 "'Tis finished !"— all that heaven fore- 

By prophets in the days of old ; 
And truths are opened to our view, 
That kings and prophets never knew. 

3 " 'T is finished !"— Son of God, thy power 
Hath triumphed in this awful hour; 
And yet, our eyes with sorrow see 
That life to us was death to thee. 

4 " 'T is finished !"-~let the joyful sound 
Be heard throujrh all the nations round ; 
"'T is finished !"— let the echo fly 
Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth andsky. 

Fear of denying Christ.— 'K&it. 10 : 33. 


1 Deny thee ? what ! deny the way 
That leads to heaven's eternal day ? 
Deny the Shepherd who will keep 
Within the fold his wandering sheep ? 

2 Deny thee, Lord ! then who will bear 
My grief, my burden, and my care ? 
Thou, thou alone canst calm my breast, 
And bid its weary throbbings rest. 

3 In heaven above, on earth below, 
Where, save to thee, Lord, could I go ? 
Where fly for strength, 'mid mortal strife? 
Thou hast the words of endless life. 

4 My Strength, my Guide vouchsafe to be, 
I can do nothing without thee; 

Save me in every trying hour, 
Thou God of mercy, life, and power ! 

04:0» TJie blessed Rour. 

1 Blest hour ! when mortal man retires 

To hold communion with his God, 
To send to heaven his warm desires, 
And listen to the sacred word. 

2 Blest hour ! when God himself draws nigh, 

Well pleased his people's voice to hear, 
To hush the penitential sigh, 

And wipe away the mourner's tear. 

3 Blest hour ! for, where the Lord resorts. 

Foretastes of future bliss are given. 
And mortals find his earthly courts 
The house of God, — the gate of heaven ! 

4 Hail, peaceful hour ! supremely blest. 

Amid the hours of worldly care ; 
The hour that yields the spirit rest. 
That sacred hour — the hour of prayer. 

5 And when my hours of prayer are past, 

And this frail tenement decays, 

Then may I spend in heaven at last 

A never-ending hour of praise. 





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O^^, ^^ I delight to do Thy will, O my God:^ 

1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, 
And fix my frail, inconstant heart; 
Henceforth my chief delight shall be 
To dedicate myself to thee. 

2 Whatever pursuits my time employ, 
One thought shall fill my soul with joy ; 
That silent, secret thought shall be, 
That all my hopes are fixed on thee. 

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; 
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place ; 
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be. 
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 

4 Renouncing every worldly thing. 
And safe beneath thy sheltering wing. 
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, 
That all I want I find in thee. 

Q ^ y , " Jesus, and can I call Thee mine f " 

1 Lord, when my thoughts delighted rovo 
Amid the wonders of thy love. 

Sweet hope revives my drooping heart. 
And bids intruding fears depart. 

2 For mortal crimes a sacrifice, 

The Lord of life, the Saviour, dies ! 
What love ! what mercy ! how divine ! 
Jesus, — and can I call thee mine ? 

3 Repentant sorrow fills my heart. 
But mingling joy allays the smart ; 
Oh, may my future life declare 
The sorrow and the joy sincere ! 

4 Be all my heart and all my days 
Devoted to my Saviour's praise ; 
And let my glad obedience prove 
How much I owe, how much I love. 

Q O J_ , " Fear not ; I have redeemed thee.'''' 

1 Come, weary souls, with sin distressed, 
Come, and accept the promised rest ; 
The Saviour's gracious call obey. 
And cast your gloomy fears away. 

2 Oppressed with guilt, — a painful load, — 
Oh, come and bow before your God ! 
Divine compassion, mighty love 

Will all the painful load remove. 

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows. 
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
Pardon, and life, and endless peace — 
How rich the gift ! how free the grace ! 

4 Dear Saviour ! let thy powerful love 
Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; 
Oh, sweetly reign in every breast, 
And guide us to eternal rest. 

564:. CHAiing All to Christ. 

1 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, 

How pay the mighty debt I owe ? 
Let all I have, and all I am. 
Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 

2 Too much to thee I can not give ; 

Too much I can not do for thee ; 
Let all thy love, and all thy grief 
Graven on my heart for ever be. 

3 The meek, the still, the lowly mind. 

Oh, may I learn from thee, my God ! 
And love, with softest pity joined. 
For those that trample on thy blood ! 

4 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs 

O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast; 
Till, loose from flesh and earth, I rise, 
And ever in thy bosom rest. 


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/ am He that Uveth.'''' 

1 Oh, show me not my Saviour dying, 

As on the cross he bled ; 
Nor in the tomb a captive lying, 

For he has left the dead. 
Then bid me not that form extended 

For my Redeemer own. 
Who, to the highest heavens ascended, 

In glory fills the throne. 

2 Weep not for him at Calvary's station. 

Weep only for thy sins ; 
View where he lay with exultation ; 

'T is there our hope begins. 
Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding. 

Amid the scenes he trod ; 
Look up and see him interceding 

At the right hand of God. 

Still in the shameful cross I glory, 

Where his dear blood was spilt ; 
My soul is melted at the story 

Of him who bore my guilt : 
Yet what, 'mid conflict and temptation, 

Shall strength and succor give ? 
He lives, the Captain of salvation ! 

Therefore his servants live. 

By death, he death's dark king defeated, 

And overcame the grave ; 
Rising, the triumph he completed : 

He lives, he reigns to save ! 
Heaven's happy myriads bow before him*, 

He comes, the Judge of men : 
These eyes shall see him and adore him ; 

Lord Jesus ! own me then. 



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Again tlie day returns of holy rest, 
Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest ; 
When, like his own, he bade our labors cease, 
And all be piety, and all be peace. 

Let us devote this consecrated day 

To learn his will, and all we learn obey ; 

So shall he hear, when fervently we raise 

Our choral harmony in hymns of praise. 

Father in heaven ! in whom our hopes confide. 

Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide*, 

In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend ; 

Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end. 

0X4:. Christ our Peace.— Bph. 2 : 14. 

I THOUGHT upon my sins, and I was sad ; 

My soul was troubled sore and filled with pain ; 
But then I thought on Jesus, and was glad — 

My heavy grief was turned to joy again. 

I thought upon the law, the fiery law. 

Holy, and just, and good in its decree : 
I looked to Jesus, and in him I saw 

That law fulfilled, its curse endured for me. 
I thought I saw an angry, frowning God, 

Sitting as Judge upon the great white throne : 
My soul was overwhelmed ; then Jesus showed 

His gracious face, and all my dread was gone. 
I saw my sad estate, — condemned to die : 

Then terror seized my heart, and dark despair ; 
But when to Calvary I turned my eye, 

I saw the cross, and read forgiveness there. 

I saw that I was lost, far gone astray ; 

No hope of safe return there seemed to be ; 
But then I heard that Jesus was the way, 

A new and living way prepared for me. 
Then, in that way, so free, so safe, so sure, 

All sprinkled o'er with reconciling blood, 
Will I abide, and never \7c.nC.or more. 

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Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
And our eternal rest. 

Q Q O '■'■Every tongue should confess that Jesus 
OOJ» Christ is Lord "—Phil. 2 : 5—11. 

1 Jesus! exalted far on high, 

To whom a name is given — 
A name surpassing every name, 
That's known in earth or heaven! 

2 Before thy throne shall every knee 

Bow down with one accord ; 
Before thy throne shall every tongue 
Confess that thou art Lord. 

3 Jesus ! thou, in the form of God, 

Didst equal honor claim ; 
Yet, to redeem our guilty souls. 
Didst stoop to death and shame I 

4 Oh, may that mind in us be formed, 

Which shone so bright in thee — 
An humble, meek, and lowly mind, 
From pride and envy free ! 

5 To others we would stoop, and learn 

To emulate thy love ; 
So shall we bear thine image here, 
And share thy throne above. 

" TTiy law is my delights 
Psalm 119. 


1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice. 

My lasting heritage ; 
There shall ray noblest powers rejoice. 
My warmest thoughts engage. 

2 I '11 read the histories of thy love, 

And keep thy laws in sight ; 
While through the promises I rove. 
With ever fresh delight. 

3 'T is a broad land, of wealth unknown. 

Where springs of life arise. 
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown. 
And hidden glory lies. 

4 The best relief that mourners have ; 

It makes our sorrows blest ; 

Prayer for full Assurance. 


1 Eternal Source of joys divine, 

To thee my soul aspires ; 
Oh, could I say, "The Lord is mine !" 
'T is all my soul desires. 

2 My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord, 

Assure me of thy love ; 
Oh, speak the kind, transporting word, 
And bid my fears remove ! 

3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice. 

And triumph in my God ; 
Till heavenly rapture tune my voice 
To spread thy praise abroad. 

r)4-4- J^o Joy without God. 

\J^^, Psalm T3. 

1 God, my supporter and my hope, 

My help for ever near. 
Thine arm of mercy held me up, 
When sinking in despair. 

2 Thy counsels. Lord, shall guide my feet 

Through this dark wilderness ; 
Thy hand conduct ine near thy seat, 
To dwell before thy face. 

3 Were I in heaven without my God, 

'T would be no joy to me ; 
And while this earth is my abode, 
I long for none but thee. 

4 What if the springs of life were broke, 

And flesh and heart should faint? 
God is my soul's eternal rock. 
The strength of every saint. 

5 Then, to draw near to thee, my God, 

Shall be my sweet employ ; 
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, 
And tell the world my joy. 







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O^D. Mm 119. 

1 Thou art my portion, O my God ; 

Soon as I know thy way, 
My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, 
And suffers no delay. 

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, 

And glory in my choice ; 

Not all the riches of the earth 

Could make me so rejoice. 

3 The testimonies of thy grace 

I set before mine eyes ; 
Thence I derive my daily strength, 
And there my comfort lies. 

4 If once I wander from thy path, 

I think upon my ways ; 
Then turn my feet to thy commands. 
And trust thy pardoning grace. 

5 Now I am thine — for ever thine — 

Oh, save thy servant, Lord ! 
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place ; 
My hope is in thy word. 

" Blessed is the man wTiom 7%ou chastenest. 
Psalm 94. 


1 Blest is the man whom thou, O Lord, 

In kindness dost chastise. 
And by thy sacred rules to walk, 
Dost lovingly advise. 

2 For God will never from his saints 

His favor wholly take : 
His own possession, and his lot, 
He will not quite forsake. 

3 The world shall then confess thee just 

In all that thou hast done ; 
And those who choose thy upright path 
Shall in that path go on. 

4 My sure defense is firmly placed 

In thee, the Lord most high : 

Thou art my Rock ; to thee I may 
For refuge always fly. 

^Let the wJiole earth he filled with His 


1 Great God ! the nations of the earth 

Are by creation thine ; 
And in thy works, by all beheld, 
Thy power and glory shine. 

2 But, Lord, thy greater love hath sent 

Thy gospel to mankind, 
Unvailing what rich stores of grace 
Are treasured in thy mind. 

3 Oh, when shall these glad tidings spread 

The spacious earth around, 
Till every tribe and every soul 
Shall hear the joyful sound ? 

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 

To spread the gospel's rays, 
And build on sin's demolished throne 
The temples of thy praise. 

'•Tliere is laid up for me a crown of 
righteousnefis.''"—2i Tim. 4 : 6-8, 18. 


1 Death may dissolve my body now. 

And bear my spirit home : 
"Why do my minutes move so slow, 
Nor my salvation come 1 

2 God has laid up in heaven for me 

A crown which can not fade ; 
The righteous Judge, at that great day, 
Shall place it on my head. 

3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe 

From every ill design. 
And to his heavenly kingdom take 
This feeble soul of mine. 

4 God is my everlasting Aid, 

My Portion and my Friend ; 

To him be highest glory paid. 

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Q Q Q , "0 2)6a</^ •ujAera t« thij sting f " 

1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! 

Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around : 
A solemn darkness vails the skies ; 
A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 

2 Here 's love and grief beyond degree : 

The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
But, lo ! what sudden joys we see, 
Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 

3 The rising God forsakes the tomb ; 

Up to his Father's court he flies : 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 

4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 

How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 
And led the tyrant Death in chains. 

5 Say, " Live for ever, glorious King, 

Born to redeem, and strong to save ! 
Where now, O Death, where is thy sting ? 
And where thy victory,boastingGrave?" 

I 4:» •^"y *^ ChrisCs Intercession. 

1 He lives, — the great Redeemer lives : 
What joy the blest assurance gives! 
And now, before his Father, God, 
Pleads the full merit of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears. 

And justice armed with frowns appears ; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 Hence, then,y e black, despairing thoughts; 
Above our fears, above our faults, 

His powerful intercessions rise. 
And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 

4 In every dark, distressful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart. 
That Jesus bears us on his heart. 

5 Great Advocate ! Almighty Friend ! 
On thee our humble hopes depend : 
Our cause can never, never fail. 
For thou dost plead, and must prevail. 

Q Y rC " We have an Advocate with the Father.^ 

i O, 1 John 2 : 1. 

1 Where is my God ? — does he retire 

Beyond the reach of humble sighs ? 
Are these weak breathings of desire 
Too languid to ascend the skies ? 

2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye ! 

See where the great Redeemer stands, 
The glorious Advocate on high. 
With precious incense in his hands. 

3 He sweetens every humble groan ; 

He recommends each broken prayer ; 
Recline thy hope on him alone 

Whose power and love forbid despair. 

4 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, 

With stronger faith to call thee mine; 
Bid me pronounce the blissful word, 
My Father — God, with joy divine. 


Past Joys remembered. 

1 Oh, where is now that glowing love. 

That marked our union with the Lord? 
Our hearts were fixed on things above, 
Nor could the world a joy afford. 

2 Where is the zeal that led us then 

To make our Saviour's glory known ? 
That freed us from the fear of men. 
And kept our eye on him alone ? 

3 Where are the happy seasons spent 

In fellowship with him we loved ? 
The sacred joy, the sweet content. 
The blessedness that then we proved? 

4 Behold ! again we turn to thee ; 

Oh, cast us not away, though vile ! 
No peace we have, no joy we see, 
O Lord our God ! but in thy smile. 



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/^«'»-"i -^0)5 «A(/< we loved God, hut that He 
^^^* loved us:' 

1 Ere earth's foundations yet were laid, 

Or heaven's fair roof was spread 
abroad ; 
Ere man a living soul was made, 

Love stirred within the heart of God. 

2 Thy loving counsel gave to me 

True life in Christ, thy only Son,' 
Whom thou hast made my way to thee. 
From whom all grace flows ever down. 

3 O Love, that long ere time began, 

This precious name of child bestowed ; 
That opened Heaven on earth to man. 
And called us sinners " sons of God ! " 

4 I am not worthy, Lord, that thou 

Shouldst such compassion on me show ; 
That he who made the world should bow 
To cheer with love a wretch so low. 

5 Could I but honor thee aright. 

Noble and sweet my song should be ; 
That earth and heaven should learn thy 
And what my God hath done for me. 

y I 0» -^ good Conscience. 

1 Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly 

Come, fix thy mansion in my breast ; 
Dispel my doubts, my fears control. 
And heal the anguish of my soul. 

2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere. 
Come, make your constant dwelling here; 
Still let your presence cheer my heart, 
Nor sin compel you to depart. 

3 O God of hope and peace divine, 
Make thou these secret pleasures mine ; 
Forgive my sins, my fears remove, 
And fill my heart with joy and love. 

J. X U • • " I'^^y ihat 00 down to the sea in ships."" 

1 While o'er the deep thy servants sail. 
Send thou, O Lord, the prosperous gale ; 
And on their hearts, where'er they go, 
Oh, let thy heavenly breezes blow ! 

2 If on the morning's wings they fly. 
They will not pass beyond thine eye ; 
And faith exults to know thee near. 

3 When tempests rock the groaning bark. 
Oh, hide them safe in Jesus' ark ! 
When in the tempting port they ride. 
Oh, keep them safe at Jesus' side ! 

4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar. 

Still guide them to the heavenly shore ; 
And grant their dust in Christ may sleep, 
Abroad, at home, or in the deep. 

JL ^ D O • " ^^ Larrib is the light thereof^'' 

1 Oh for a sweet, inspiring ray. 

To animate our feeble strains. 
From the bright realms of endless day — 
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns! 

2 There, low before his glorious throne, 

Adoring saints and angels fall ; 
And, with delightful worship, own 
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their 

3 Immortal glories crown his head. 

While tuneful hallelujahs rise. 
And love and joy and triumph spread 
Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 

4 He smiles, — and seraphs tune tlieir songs 

To boundless rapture, while they gaze; 
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues 
Resound his everlasting praise. 

5 There all the followers of the Lamb 

Shall join at last the heavenly choir : 
Oh, may the joy-inspiring theme 
Awake our faith and warm desire ! 






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O O • " ^ divided IfearV—'Rom. 7. 

1 Our hearts, O Lord, with grief are rent, 

O'er vows made all in vain ; 
In anguish daily we repent. 
Each day offend again. 

2 Now we arise from death to life. 

Then sink from good to ill ; 
Here we begin, there leave our strife. 
And work but half thy will. 

3 Oh, help us. Lord, amid all pain. 

As warriors true, to stand 
Faithful and firm, and thus to gain 
Thine own, the better land. 

4 Thy land— its gates how bright they shine ! 

And let no evil in ; 
Thy boundless land, and all divine, 
That hath no room for sin. 

5 Thy holy land, where none shall stop 

Our souls upon the road. 
And win our weak desires to drop 
From glory and from God. 

6 Oh, rich and priceless is the grace 

That we shall there receive! 
Nor once thine image shall deface, 
Nor once thy spirit grieve. 

K Q f^ " What shaU I render unto the Lord r 
XJU^J. Psalm 116 

1 For mercies countless as the sands. 

Which daily I receive 
From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, 
My soul, what canst thou give ? 

2 Alas! from such a heart as mine, 

What can I bring him forth ? 
My best is stained and dyed with sin; 
My all is nothing worth. 

3 Yet this acknowledgment I '11 make 

For all he has bestowed, 
Salvation's sacred cup I '11 take, 
And call upon my God. 

4 The best return for one like me, 

So wretched and so poor. 
Is from his gifts to draw a plea, 
And ask him still for more. 

5 I can not serve him as I ought ; 

No works have I to boast ; 
Yet would I glory in the thought, 
That I shall owe hin most. 

I i \J , "'Haste Tliee to help «i6."^PsaIm 22. 

1 Oh, help us, Lord ! — each hour of need 

Thy heavenly succor give ; 
Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 
Each hour on earth we live. 

2 Oh, help us when our spirits bleed. 

With contrite anguish sore ; 
And when our hearts are cold and dead. 
Oh, help us. Lord, the more ! 

3 Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith, 

More firmly to believe ! 
For still the more the servant hath, 
The more shall he receive. 

4 Oh, help us, Jesus ! from on high ; 

We know no help but thee ; 
Oh, help us so to live and die. 
As thine in heaven to be ! 

U 4 . Imitation of Christ in Bis Humiliation. 

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world. 

The blessed Saviour passed ; 
A mourner all his life was he, 
A dying Lamb at last. 

2 That tender heart which felt for all. 

For us its life-blood gave ; 
It found on earth no resting-place. 
Save only in the grave ! 

3 Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear 

The cross with all its scorn ? 
Or love a faithless, evil world, 

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Like him, obedient still. 
We homeward press, through storm or 
To Zion's blessed hill. 

5 Dead to the world, with him who died 

To win our hearts, our love, 
We, risen with our risen Head, 
In spirit dwell above. 

6 By faith, his bou^^dless glories there 

Our wondering eyes behold — 
Those glories which eternal years 
Shall never all unfold. 

10^^ "-ffrmfl' in hither the, poor amd the 
±\JtftJ» maimed."— Luke 14: 17—23. 

1 How sweet and awful is the place, 

With Christ within the doors ; 
While everlasting love displays 
The choicest of her stores ! 

2 While all our hearts and all our songs 

Join to admire the feast. 
Each of us cries, with thankful tongue, 
" Lord, why was I a guest ? 

3 "Why was I made to hear thy voice, 

And enter while there 's room. 
When thousands make a wretched choice. 
And rather starve than come ?" 

4 'Twas the same love that spread the 

That sweetly drew us in ; 
Else we had still refused to taste, 
And perished in our sin. 
6 Pity the nations, O our God ! 
Constrain the earth to come ; 
Send thy victorious word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home. 
6 We long to see thy churches full, 
That all the chosen race 
May, with one voice, and heart, and soul. 
Sing thy redeeming grace. 

X JL J. O • " ^w«' ■«* again, O Lord God of hosts."^ 

1 See, gracious God ! before thy throne 

Thy mourning people bend ; 
'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone 
Our humble hopes depend. 

2 Dark, frowning judgments from thy hand 

Thy dreadful power display ; 
Yet mercy spares this guilty land. 
And still we live to pray. 

3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine, 

For error, guilt, and shame ! 
What impious numbers, bold in sin, 
Disgrace the Christian name ! 

4 Oh, turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, 

By thy resistless grace ; 
Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 
And humbly seek thy face. 

1 1 ^ i "(?«. what a .slender thread hang ever- 
J. 1.U i • lasting tilings." 

1 Thee we adore, eternal Name ! 

And humbly own to thee 
How feeble is our mortal frame. 
What dying worms are we ! 

2 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The breath that first it gave ; 
Whate'er we do, where'er we be. 
We 're traveling to the grave. 

3 Great God ! on what a slender thread 

Hang everlasting things ! 
Th' eternal state of all the dead 
Upon life's feeble strings ! 

4 Infinite joy, or endless woe 

Attends on every breath ; 
And yet, how unconcerned we go 

Upon the brink of death ! 
6 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 

To walk this dangerous road ! 
And if our souls are hurried hence, 

May they be found with God. 



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U y • ^'^ Evening Blessing, 

1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 

Ere repose our spirits seal : 
Sin and want we come confessing; 
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 

2 Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrow near us fly. 
Angel-guards from thee surround us ; 

We are safe, if thou art nigh. 
8 Though the night be dark and dreary, 

Darkness can not hide from thee : 
Thou art he who, never weary, 

Watcheth where thy people be. 
4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 

And our couch become our tomb, 
May the morn in heaven awake us. 

Clad in light and deathless bloom ! 

^\)o» "Be/ore the Cross:'' 

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross I spend ; 
Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
From the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Truly blessed is this station, 

Low before his cross to lie ; 
While I see divine compassion 
Beaming in his gracious eye. 

3 Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the cross I gaze ; 
Love I much ? I Ve much forgiven ; 
I 'm a miracle of grace. 

4 Love and grief my heart dividing. 

With my tears his feet I Ml bathe ; 
Constant still, in faith abiding. 
Life deriving from his death. 

5 Here in tender, grateful sorrow 

With my Saviour will I stay ; 

• In Hymns 295 and 399 commence with the latter part 
of the tune for the filth stanza, when sung to Anley. 

Here new hope and strength will borrow ; 
Here will love my fears away. 

t/ y • " I'i'oiUfeed them upon the mountains^' 

1 Israel's Shepherd ! guide me, feed me, 

Through my pilgrimage below ; 
And beside the waters lead me. 
Where thy sheep rejoicing go. 

2 Lest I err, thine aid disdaining, 

And forsake thy sheltering fold, 
Heedless of thy grace constraining, 
In the strength of nature bold, — 

3 Lord, thy guardian presence ever, 

Meekly kneeling, I implore ; 
Now thy grace hath found me, never 
Would I wander from thee more. 

4 Come, my soul, temptation flying, 

Arm thee for the strife within : 
Jesus, thy Redeemer, dying. 
Stamps an infamy on sin. 

5 Yield, my heart, no longer hardened ; 

Rouse thy every latent power : 
Cleansed, and washed, and freely pardon'd, 
Go in peac6, and sin no more. 

Prayer for the 8amour''s Guidance. 


1 Gently, Lord ! oh, gently lead us 

Through this lonely vale of tears; 
Through the changes thou 'st decreed us, 

Till our last great change appears : 
When temptation's darts assail us. 

When in devious paths we stray. 
Let thy goodness never fail us ; 

Lead us in thy perfect way. 

2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 

In the hour when death draws near. 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
Suffer not our souls to fear : 



SICILY. 8s & Is. 

And, when mortal life is ended, 
Bid us on thy bosom rest ; 

Till, by angel-bands attended, 
We awake among the- blest. 

Prayer for a lowly Heart. — Psalm 131. 


1 Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly ; 

Humble all my swelling pride : 
Fallen, guilty, and unholy, 

Greatness from my eyes I '11 hide. 

2 I'll forbid my vain aspiring. 

Nor at earthly honors aim ; 
No ambitious heights desiring. 
Far above my humble claim. 

3 Weaned from earth's vexatious pleasures. 

In thy love I '11 seek for mine ; 
Placed in heaven my nobler treasures, 
Earth I quietly resign. 

4 Israel, thus the world despising. 

On the Lord alone rely ; 
Then, from him thy joys arising. 
Like himself, shall never die. 

All vairiy without Goofs Blessing, 
Psalm 127. 


1 Vainly through night's weary hours. 

Keep we watch, lest foes alarm ; 
Vain our bulwarks, and our towers. 
But for God's protecting arm. 

2 Vain were all our toil and labor. 

Did not God that labor bless ; 
Vain, without his grace and favor. 
Every talent we possess. 

3 Vainer still the hope of heaven. 

That on human strength relies ; 
But to him shall help be given. 
Who in humble faith applies. 

4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed ; 

He shall grant us peace and rest : 

Ne'er was suppliant disappointed. 
Who to Christ his prayer addressed. 

570. Giving the Heart. 

1 Take my heart, O Father, take it ! 

Make and keep it all thine own ; 
Let thy Spirit melt and break it — 
This proud heart of sin and stone. 

2 Father, make it pure and lowly. 

Fond of peace, and far from strife ; 
Turning from the paths unholy 
Of this vain and sinful life. 

3 Ever let thy grace surround it ; 

Strengthen it with power divine. 
Till thy cords of love have bound it : 
Make it to be wholly thine. 

4 May the blood of Jesus heal it. 

And its sins be all forgiven ; 
Holy Spirit, take and seal it. 
Guide it in the path to heaven. 

1 "1 Q^ ^^ Abide with us; for it is toward 
JL jL O jt • evening.''"' 

1 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ! 

For the day is passing by ; 
See ! the shades of evening gather, 
And the night is drawing nigh. 

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows. 

Paler now the glowing west. 

Swift the night of death advances; 

Shall it be the night of rest ? 

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying. 

Lord, I cast myself on thee ; 
Tarry with me through the darkness ; 
While I sleep, still watch by me. 

4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ! 

Lay my head upon thy breast; 
Till the morning ; then awake me-— 
Morning of eternal rest ! 


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0t/O« Prayer to Christ for Pardon. 

1 O THOU that wouldst not have 

One wretched sinner die ; 
Who diedst thyself my soul to save 

From endless misery; 
Show me the way to shun 

Thy dreadful wrath severe; 
That, when thou comest on thy throne, 

I may with joy appear. 

2 Thou art thyself the way ; 

Thyself in me reveal : 
So shall I spend my life's short day 

Obedient to thy will ; 
So shall I love my God, 

Because he first loved me. 
And praise thee in thy bright abode 

To all eternity. 


1 Let sinners take their course. 

And choose the road to death ; 
But in the worship of my God 
I '11 spend my daily breath, 

2 My thoughts address his throne, 

When morning brings the light ; 
I seek his blessing every noon, 
And pay my vows at night. 

3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 

O my eternal God ! 
W^hile sinners perish in surprise, 
Beneath thine angry rod. 

4 Because they dwell at ease, 

And no sad changes feel. 
They neither fear nor trust thy name, 
Nor learn to do thy will. 

5 But I, with all my cares. 

Will lean upon the Lord ; 

Peace found only in serving God. 
Psalm 55. 

' / opened not my mouth ; because Thou 
didst i«."— Psalm 39. 

I '11 cast my burden on his arm. 
And rest upon his word. 
6 His arm shall well sustain 
The children of his love ; 
The ground on which their safety stands, 
No earthly power cian move. 


1 It is thy hand, my God ; 

My sorrow comes from thee : 
I bow beneath thy chastening rod, 
'T is love that bruises me. 

2 I would not murmur. Lord ; 

Before thee I am dumb : 
Lest I should breathe one murmuring 
To thee for help I come. 

3 My God, thy name is Love ; 

A Father's hand is thine : 
With tearful eyes I look above. 
And cry, " Thy will be mine !'* 

4 I know thy will is right. 

Though it may seem severe ; 
Thy path is still unsullied light, 
Though dark it oft appear. 

5 Jesus for me hath died ; 

Thy Son thou didst not spare ; 
His pierced hands, his bleeding side, 
Thy love for me declare. 

6 Here my poor heart can rest ; 

My God, it cleaves to thee ; 
Thy will is love, thine end is best ; 
All work for good to me. 

000, ''Create in me a clean heart " 
1 Is this the kind return ? 

Are these the thanks we owe ? 
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Hath sin reduced our mind ! 
What strange, rebellious wretches we ! 
And God as strangely kind ! 

3 Turn, turn us, mighty God ! 

And mold our souls afresh ; 
Break, sovereign Grace ! these hearts of 
And give us hearts of flesh. 

4 Let past ingratitude 

Provoke our weeping eyes. 
And hourly, as new mercies fall, 
Let hourly thanks arise. 


Faith entreating for Pardon, 

Lord, how vile am I, 

Unholy and unclean ! 
How can I dare to venture nigh 

With such a load of sin ? 
Myself can hardly bear 

This wretched heart of mine ; 
How hateful, then, must it appear 

To those pure eyes of thine ! 
And must I then indeed 

Sink in despair and die ? 
Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 

For such a wretch as I ! 
That blood which thou hast spilt. 

That grace which is thine own. 
Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt, 

And soften hearts of stone. 
Low at thy feet I bow : 

Oh, pity and forgive ! 
Here will I lie and wait till thou 

Shalt bid me rise and live. 

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1 When earthly comforts die. 

And thorns overspread the road, 


Whither, oh, whither shall I fly. 
But unto thee, my God ! 

2 When anxious thoughts arise. 

And sorrows compass round, 
Amid ten thousand enemies, 
In thee my help is found. 

3 Then at thy feet I '11 bow, 

And in thy mercy trust ; 
If I am saved, how good art thou ! 
And if I perish, just ! 

4 Perish ! — it can not be. 

Since Jesus shed his blood ; 
The promise is both rich and free, 
And he will make it good. 

I 4 0« ""'^ if"^^^ *'"• Thee; let me not he ashamed.^ 

1 Oppressed with sin and woe, 

A burdened heart I bear ; 
Opposed by many a mighty foe, — 
Yet will I not despair. 

2 With this polluted heart, 

I dare to come to thee, 
Holy and mighty as thou art,— 
For thou wilt pardon me. 

3 I feel that I am weak. 

And prone to every sin ; 
But thou, who giv'st to those who seek. 
Wilt give me strength within. 

4 I need not fear my foes, 

I need not yield to care, 
I need not sink beneath my woes, — 
For thou wilt answer prayer. 

5 In my Redeemer's name, 

I give myself to thee; 
Through him, unworthy as I am. 
My God will cherish me. 



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Q £) X . ''Filled with all the fullness of God^ 

1 Lord, I would delight in thee, 

And on thy care depend ; 
To thee in every trouble flee, 
My best, my only Friend. 

2 When all created streams are dried. 

Thy fullness is the same : 
May I with this be satisfied. 
And glory in thy name ! 

3 No good in creatures can be found. 

But what is found in thee : 
I must have all things and abound 
While God is God to me. 

4 Oh that I had a stronger faith, 

To look within the vail, — 
To credit what my Saviour saith. 
Whose word can never fail. 

6 He who has made my heaven secure, 
Will .here all good provide : 
While Christ is rich, can I be poor ? 
What can I want beside ? 
G Lord, I cast my care on thee ; 
I triumph and adore : 
Henceforth my great concern shall be 
To love and please thee more. 

Of) A " What shall I render unto the LordV 
OwV. Psalm 116. 

1 What shall I render to my God 

For all his kindness shown ? 
My feet shall visit thine abode. 
My songs address thy throne. 

2 Among the saints that fill thy house. 

My offerings shall be paid ; 
There shall my zeal perform the vows 
My soul in anguish made. 

3 How much is mercy thy delight, 

Thou ever blessed God ! 
How dear thy servants in thy sight ! 
How precious is their blood 1 

4 How happy all thy servants are ! 

How great thy grace to me ! 
My life, which thou hast made tby care, 
Lord, I devote to thee. 

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine. 

Nor shall my purpose move ; 
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, 
And bound me with thy love. 

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow. 

And thy rich grace record ; 
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, 
If I forsake the Lord. 


" / vMl pay my vowft unto the Lord!* 
Psalm 116. 

1 I LOVE the Lord : he lent an ear 

When I for help implored ; 
He rescued me from all my fear; 
Therefore I love the Lord. 

2 Return, my soul, unto thy rest; 

From God no longer roam : 
His hand hath bountifully blest ; 
His goodness called thee home. 

3 What shall I render unto thee. 

My Saviour, in distress. 
For all thy benefits to me, 
So great and numberless ? 

4 This will I do, for thy love's sake, 

And thus thy power proclaim : 
Salvation's sacred cup I '11 take, 
And call upon thy name. 

5 Thou God of covenanted grace ! 

Hear and record ray vow, — 
While in thy courts I seek thy face. 
And at thine altar bow. 

6 Henceforth myself to thee I give, 

With single heart and eye. 

To walk before thee while I live, 

And bless thee when I die. 




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1 Lord, may our sympathizing breasts 

The generous pleasure know, 
Kindly to share in others' joys. 
And weep for others' woe ! 

2 Where'er the helpless sons of grief 

In low distress are laid. 
Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel, 
And swift our hands to aid. 
S Thus may the sacred law of love 
Through all our actions shine, 
And force a scoffing world to own 
The Christian name divine. 

1 Q r\ "-^^ y^ perfect, even as your Father in 
J. V t/ V • heaven.'' 

1 Bright Source of everlasting love. 

To thee our souls we raise ; 
And to thy sovereign bounty rear 
A monument of praise. 

2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life 

With every cheering ray. 
Kindly restrains the rising tear. 
Or wipes that tear away. 

3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, 

Thy children, Lord, repair ; 
And, with the gifts thy hand bestows, 
Relieve the mourners there. 

4 The widow's heart shall sing for joy ; 

The orphan shall be fed ; 
The hungering soul we'll gladly point 
To Christ, the living Bread. 

5 Thus what our hc#v.enly Father gave 

Shall we as freely give ; 
Thus copy him who lived to save, 
And died that we might live. 

JL ^ O O • "Earnestly desiring to be clothed upon.'^ 
1 Father ! I ion g, I faint, to see 
The place of thine abode ; 


. I 'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee 
Up to thy seat, my God ! 

2 There all the heavenly hosts are seen ; 

In shining ranks they move ; 
And drink immortal vigor in, 
With wonder and with love. 

3 Then at thy feet, with awful fear, 

Th' adoring armies fall ; 
With joy they shrink to nothing there, 
Before th' eternal All. 

4 The more thy glories strike my eyes, 

The humbler I shall lie ; 
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise 
Immeasurably high. 

JL ^ ^ y , Death is Gain. 

1 When musing sorrow weeps the past, 

And mourns the present pain, 
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, 
And feel that death is gain. 

2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise, 

And dread a Father's will ; 
'T is not that meek submission flies, 
And would not suffer still : 

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 

The path that leads to light. 
And longs her eagle plumes to raise, 
And lose herself in sight. 

4 Oh, let me wing my hallowed flight 

From earth-born woe and care. 
And soar above these clouds of night, 
My Saviour's bliss to share I 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored. 
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1 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me 

through ; 
Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 
My rising and my resting hours, 
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 

2 My thoughts before they are my own. 
Are to my God distinctly known ; 
He knows the words I mean to speak, 
Ere from my opening lips they break, 

3 Within thy circling power I stand ; 
On every side I find thy hand : 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 

I am surrounded still with God. 

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
My soul, with all the powers I boast, 
Is in the boundless prospect lost. 

5 Oh, may these thoughts possessmy breast, 
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! 

Nor let my weaker passions dare 
Consent to sin, for God is there. 

U 1 . " ^y «oul toaiteth for TTlce."— Psalm 130. 

1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, 

To thee, my God, I raise my cries ; 
If thou severely mark our faults. 
No fleh,h can stand before thine eyes. 

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, 

Free to dispense thy pardons there ; 
That sinners may approach thy face. 
And hope and love, as well as fear. 

3 As the benighted pilgrims wait. 

And long and wish for breaking day. 
So waits my soul before thy gate : 
When will my God his face display ? 

4 My trust is fixed upon thy word. 

Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ; 

Let mourning souls address the Lord, 

And find relief from all their pain. 

5 Great is his love, and large his grace. 
Through the redemption of his Son ; 
He turns our feet from sinful ways. 
And pardons what our hands have done. 

U X • ^^ '^op of Pardon. 

1 Thou Prince of glory, slain for me, 

Breathing forgiveness in thy prayer ; 
That loving, melting look I see. 

That bursting sigh, that tender tear. 

2 Can I behold that closing eye, 

Still fixed on me, still beaming love ! 
And can I see my Saviour die, 
Nor feel one holy passion move ? 

3 Let me but hear thy dying voice 

Pronounce forgiveness in my breast ; 
My trembling spirit shall rejoice. 
And feel the calm of heavenly rest. 

4 Lord, thine atoning blood apply, 

And life or death is sweet to me ; 

In life's last hour, thy presence, nigh, 

From fear shall set my spirit free. 

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1 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee, 
Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; 
Weary of earth, myself, and sin. 
Open thine arms and take me in. 

2 Pity and save my ruined soul ; 

'T is thou alone canst make me whole ; 
Dark, till in me thine image shine, 
And lost I am till thou art mine. 

3 At last I own it can not be 
That I should fit myself for thee : 
Here, then, to thee I all resign ; 
Thine is the work, and only thine. 

4 What can I say thy grace to move ? 
Lord, I am sin, — but thou art love : 
I give up every plea beside. 

Lord, I am lost, — but thou hast died ! 




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^ O 4 • " •^''^ unsearchable are Thy judgments.'''' 

1 Lord, my weak thought in vain would 

To search the starry vault profound ; 
In vain would wing her flight sublime, 
To find creation's outmost bound. 

2 But weaker yet that thought must prove 

To search thy great eternal plan, — 
Thy sovereign counsels, born of love 
Long ages ere the world began. 

3 When my dim reason would demand 

Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, 
By some vast deep I seem to stand. 
Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 

4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast. 

And all is dark as night to me. 
Here, as on solid rock, I rest ; 
That so it seemeth good to thee. 

6 Be this my joy, that evermore 

Thou rulest all things at thy will : 
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore. 

And calmly, sweetly, trust thee still. 

\)/ii* "-Great is Thy faithfiilnesa:' 

1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 

Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
And morning mercies, from above, 
Gently distill, like early dew. 

2 Thou spread' st the curtains of the night. 

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ! 
Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 

3 I yield my powers to thy command ; 

To thee I consecrate my days : 
Perpetual blessings from thy hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

X t/ O • " ^^ Lord of hosts is with us.'''' — ^Psalm 46. 

1 God is our refuge and defense. 

In trouble our unfailing aid ; 
Secure in his omnipotence. 

What foe can make our souls afraid ? 

2 There is a river, pure and bright. 

Whose streams make glad the heaven- 
ly plains ; 
There, in eternity of light. 
The city of our God remains. 

3 Not on a seraph's wing of fire, — 

But on the mightier wings of prayer 
We reach that home of pure desire. 
And feel his cloudless presence there. 

4 But soon, how soon ! our spirits droop, 

Unwont the air of heaven to breathe : 
Yet God, in very deed, will stoop. 
And dwell himself with men beneath. 

5 Come to thy living temples, then ; 

As in the ancient times appear : 
Let earth be paradise again. 

And man, O God, thine image here ! 

Imitation of Christ in Suffering. 


1 Dear Lord, amid the throng that pressed 

Around thee on the cursed tree, 
Some loyal, loving hearts were there, 
Some pitying eyes that wept for thee. 

2 Like them may we rejoice to own 

Our dying Lord, though crowned with 
thorn ; 
Like thee, thy blessed self, endure 
The cross with all its joy and scorn. 

3 Thy cross, thy lonely path below. 

Show what thy brethren all should be: 
Pilgrims on earth, disowned by those 
Who see no beauty. Lord, in thee. 



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Plead 77iou my cause.^ 

Plead thou, oh, plead my cause ! 

Each self-excusing plea 
My trembling soul withdraws, 

And flies to thee. 
When justice rears her throne. 
Ah ! who, save thee alone. 
May stand, spotless One ? 
Plead thou my cause ! 

Ah ! plead not aught of mine 
Before thine altar throne — 
Fragments, when all is thine, 

All, all thine own ! 
Thou seest what stains they bear, 
Oh, since each tear, each prayer. 
Hath need of pardon there. 

Plead thou my cause ! 

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Plead, when the tempter's art, 
To each fond hope of mine, 
Denies this faithless heart 

Can e'er be thine. 
If slander whisper, too. 
The sin I never knew. 
Thou, who couldst urge the true, 

Plead thou my cause ! 

Oh, plead my cause above. 

Plead thine within my breast ; 
Till there thy peaceful dove 

Shall build her nest. 
Thou know'st this will, how frail ! ' 
Thou know'st, though language fail, 
My soul's mysterious tale : 

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1 On earth was darkness spread — 

One boundless night ; 
"Let there be light," God said, — 
And there was light ! 

2 There hung a deeper gloom 

O'er quick and dead, 
But Jesus burst the tomb, 
And darkness fled. 

3 God by his word arrayed 

Darkness with light : 


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God by his Son displayed 
Day without night. 

4 For thee, O man, arose 

Creation's ray ! 
For thee, too, brighter glows 
Salvation's day. 

5 The beams first poured on earth 

For mortals shone : 
The light of later birth 
Immortals own. 



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1 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Filled with dismay, 

Wait not for to-morrow. 

Yield thee to-day : 

Heaven bids thee come, 
While yet there 's room ; 
Child of sin and sorrow. 
Hear and obey. 

Child of sin and sorrow.'''' 

2 Child of sin and sorrow. 
Why wilt thou die ! 
Come, while thou canst borrow 
Help from on high : 
Grieve not that love. 
Which, from above. 
Child of sin and sorrow, 
W^ould bring thee nigh. 

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Oby. Yielding Earth for ITeaven.—lleh. 11: 16. 

My soul, go boldly forth. 
Forsake this sinful earth ; 
What hath it been to thee 

But pain and sorrow ? 
And think'st thou it will be 

Better to-morrow ? 

2 Why wilt thou still delay ? 
Thou cam'st not here to stay : 
What tak'at thou for thy part 

But heavenly pleasure ? 
Where then should be thy heart. 

But where 's thy treasure ? 

Thy God, thy Head 's above ; 
There is the world of love ; 
Mansions there purchased aro 

By Christ's own merit ; 
For these he doth prepare 

Thee, by his Spirit. 

4 Lord Jcsns, take my spirit ; 
I trust thy love and merit : 
Take home thy wandering sheep, 

For thou hast sought it : 
My soul in safety keep. 

For thou hast bought it. 



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«7 O t/ • " Nearer, my God, to T^ce." 

1 Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee : 
Ev'n though it be a cross 

That raiseth me, 
Still all my song shall be, 
|: Nearer, my God, to thee, :|| 
Nearer to thee. 

2 Though like a wanderer, 

Daylight all gone, 
Darkness be over me. 

My rest a stone. 
Yet in my dreams, I'd be 
|: Nearer, my God, to thee, :|| 

Nearer to thee. 

3 There let the way appear 

Steps up to heaven ; 
All that thou sendest me 

In mercy given. 
Angels to beckon me 
[: Nearer, my God, to thee, :|| 

Nearer to thee. 

4 Then with my waking thoughts, 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs. 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
|: Nearer, my God, to thee, :|| 

Nearer to thee. 

5 Or if on joyful wing. 

Cleaving the sky. 

Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly. 
Still all my song shall be, 
II : Nearer, my God, to thee, :|| 
Nearer to thee. 


• " strangers and pilgrims on the earth.'' 

1 I'm but a stranger here. 

Heaven is my home ; 
Earth is a desert drear. 

Heaven is my home :• 
Danger and sorrow stand 
Round me on every hand ; 
Heaven is my fatherland — 

Heaven is my home. 

2 What though the tempest rage, 

Heaven is my home ; 
Short is my pilgrimage. 

Heaven is my home : 
Time's cold and wint'ry blast 
Soon will be overpast ; 
I shall reach home at last — 

Heaven is my home. 

3 There, at my Saviour's side, 

Heaven is my home ; 
I shall be glorified — 

Heaven is my home : 
There are the good and blest, 
Those I loved most and best, 
And there I, too, shall rest ; — 

Heaven is my home ! 



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1 There is a happy land, 

Far, far away, 
Where saints in glory stand. 

Bright, bright as day ; 
Oh, how they sweetly sing, 
Worthy is our Saviour King ! 
Loud let his praises ring. 

Praise, praise for aye. 

2 Come to that happy land, — 

Come, come away ; 
Why will ye doubting stand, 
Why still delay ? 

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Children's Song of the Happy Land. 

Oh ! we shall happy be, 
When from sin and sorrow free ; 
Lord, we shall live with thee. 
Blest, blest for aye ! 

3 Bright, in that happy land, 
Beams every eye ; 

Kept by a Father's hand, 
Love can not die : 

Oh, then to glory run ! 

Be a crown and kingdom won ; 

And bright, above the sun. 
We reign for aye ! 








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1 Father, oh, hear me now ! 

Father divine ! 
Thou, only thou, canst see 
The heart's deep agony : 
Help me to say to thee 

" Thy will, not mine !" 

2 O God ! be thou my stay. 

In this dark hour ; 
Kindly each sorrow hear, 

Ood I he Thou my $tay.^^ 

Hush every troubled fear. 
Thee let me still revere, 

Still own thy power. 
3 In thee alone I trust, 

Thou Holy One! 
Humbly to thee 1 pray 
That through each troubled day 
Of life, I still may sav, 

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"1 • Pleading with Sinners. 

1 IIeart of stone, relent, relent ! 

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ; 
See his body mangled, rent, 

Covered with his flowing blood : 
Sinful soul, what hast thou done ! 
Crucified th' incarnate Son ! 

2 Yes : thy sins have done the deed, 

Driven the nails that fixed him there 
Crowned with thorns his sacred head, 

Pierced him with the cruel spear, 
Made his soul a sacrifice, 
While for sinful man he dies. 

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain ? 

Still to death thy Lord pursue ? 
Open all his wounds again, 

And the shameful cross renew ? 
No : with all my sins I '11 part : 
Break, oh, break, my bleeding heart ! 


7%e Hour of Need, 

1 O THOU God who hearest prayer 
Every hour and every where ! 
For his sake, whose blood I plead. 
Hear me in my hour of need : 
Only hide not now thy face, 

God of all-sufdcient grace ! 

2 Hear and save me, gracious Lord ! 
For my trust is in thy word ; 
Wash me from the stain of sin, 
That thy peace may rule within : 
May I know myself thy child, 
Kansomed, pardoned, reconciled. 

3 Dearest Lord ! may I so much 
As thy garment's hem but touch, 
Or but raise my languid eye 
To the cross where thou didst die, 
It shall make my spirit whole, — 
It shall heal and save my soul. 

4 Leave me not, my Strength, my Trust 
Oh, remember I 'm but dust ! 
Leave me not again to stray ; 
Leave me not the tempter's prey 
Fix my heart on things above ; 
Make me happy in thy love. 


Conflict with Sin. 

1 Once I thought my mountain strong, 

Firmly fixed, no more to move ; 
Then my Saviour was my song, 

Then my soul was filled with love : 
Those were happy, golden days, * 
Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 

2 Little then myself I knew. 

Little thought of Satan's power; 
Now I feel my sins anew. 

Now I feel the stormy hour : 
Sin has put my joys to flight, 
Sin has turned my day to night. 

3 Saviour ! shine, and cheer my soul ; 

Bid my dying hopes revive ; 
Make my wounded spirit whole ; 

Far away the tempter drive : 
Speak the word and set me free ; 
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JesttS, Saviour, pity me.''' 

Pity, Lord ! this child of clay, 
Who can only weep and pray — 
Only on thy love depend : 
Thou who art the sinner's Friend 
Thou, the sinner's only plea — 
Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! 

From thy flock, a straying lamb, 
Tender Shepherd, though I am ; 
Now, upon the mountain cold. 
Lost, I long to gain the fold. 
And within thine arms to be : 
Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! 

Oh, where stillest streams are poured. 
In green pastures lead me. Lord ! 
Bring me back, where angels sound 
Joy to the poor wanderer found : 
Evermore my Shepherd be : 
Jesus, Saviour, pity me ! 


Prayer for Audience with the God-man. 

1 Saviour, when in dust to thee 
Low we bow th' adoring knee ; 
Pleading all thy pain and woe 
Suffered once for man below ; 
Turn on us a favoring eye. 
Hear, oh, hear our humble cry ! 

2 By thine hour of dire despair, 
By thine agony of prayer. 

By thy wounds, and pangs, and cries. 
By thy perfect sacrifice, — 
Bending from thy throne on high, 
Hear, oh, hear our humble cry ! 

3 By thy tomb, whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God, 
Oh, from earth to heaven restored. 
Mighty reascended Lord ! 
On thy seat above the sky. 
Hear, oh, hear our humble cry ! 


Prayer for the manifested Presence of Christ. 
John 14 : 21. 

1 Son of God ! to thee I cry : 
By the holy mystery 
Of thy dwelling here on earth. 
By thy pure and holy birth. 
Hear, oh, hear my lowly plea : 
Manifest thyself to me ! 

2 Lamb of God ! to thee I cry : 
By thy bitter agony. 

By thy pangs to us unknown. 
By thy spirit's parting groan. 
Hear, oh, hear my lowly plea ; 
Manifest thyself to me ! 

3 Prince of Life ! to thee I cry : 
By thy glorious majesty. 

By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
Meek to suffer, strong to save. 
Hear, oh, hear my fervid plea : 
Manifest thyself to me ! 

4 Lord of glory, God most high I 
Man exalted to the sky. 
With thy love my bosom fill ; 
Prompt me to perform thy will : 
Then thy glory I shall see — 
Thou wilt bring me home to thee. 



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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armor 
bright; * 

And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 

Have you no words ? ah ! think again ; 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill a fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

Were half the breath thus vainly spent 
To heaven in supplication sent, 
Our cheerful song would oftener be, 
Hear what the Lord hath done for me !" 

rk Y I f^oy i^ Eeaven over one Penitent. 

i ±. Luke 15 : 7. 

1 Who can describe the joys that rise 
Through all the courts of paradise, 
To see a prodigal return. 

To see an heir of glory born ? 

2 With joy the Father doth approve 
The fruit of his eternal love ; 

The Son with joy looks down and sees 
The purchase of his agonies. 

3 The Spirit takes delight to view 
The holy soul he formed anew ; 
And saints and angels join to sing 
The growing empire of their King. 

I O . " 7^« fait^ of joys to come:' 

1 'T IS by the faith of joys to come 

We walk thro' deserts dark as night ; 
Till we arrive at heaven, our home. 
Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 

2 The want of sight she well supplies ; 

She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
Far into distant worlds she pries. 
And brings eternal glories near. 

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 

While faith inspires a heavenly ray ; 

Though lions roar, and tempests blow. 

And rocks and dangers fill the way. 

O . The Worth of Prayer. 

1 What various hindrances we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat ! 

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds with- 

Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
Gives exercise to faith and love. 
Brings every blessing from above. 

N^othing without Zove.—l Cor. 18 : 1—3. 


1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
And nobler speech than angels use, 

If love be absent, I am found, 

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 

2 Were I inspired to preach and tell 
All that is done in heaven or hell. 
Or could my faith the world remove, 
Still am I nothiujOf without love. 

3 Should I distribute all my store. 

To feed the hungry, clothe the poor, — 

Or give my body to the flame. 

To gain a martyr's glorious name, — 

4 If love to God and love to men 
Be absent, all my hopes are vain : 
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
The work of love can e'er fulfill. 

<SSn "W7i«» lam weak, then am I atrong.^ 
^'^^* 2 Cor. 12:7. 

1 Let me but hear my Saviour say, 
" Strength shall be equal to thy day ;" 
Then I rejoice in deep distress. 
Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 




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2 I can do all things — or can bear 
All suffering, if my Lord be there ; 
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, 
While he my sinking head sustains. 

3 I glory in infirmity. 

That Christ's own power may rest on me ; 
When I am weak, then am I strong ; 
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 

1 nn^ ''It *« C^od that justifieihr 
JL\J\JO, Kom. 8:38— 37. 

1 Who shall the Lord's elect condemn ? 

'T is God who justifies their souls ; 
And mercy, like a mighty stream, 
O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ? 

'T is Christ who suff"ered in their stead ; 
And, the salvation to fulfill. 

Behold him rising from the dead ! 

3 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above, 

For ever interceding there : 
Who shall divide us from his love, 
Or what should tempt us to dispair ? 

4 Shall persecution, or distress, 

Famine, or sword, or nakedness ? 
He who hath loved us bears us through. 
And makes us more than conquerors, 

5 Not all that men on earth can do, 
Nor powers on high, nor powers below. 
Shall cause his mercy to remove. 

Or wean our hearts from Christ, our love. 

1 A A Q " Not by works of righteoiMnesa which 
JL\J\J(D» .we ha/be done^ 

1 Now to the power of God supreme 

Be everlasting honors given ; 
He saves fiom hell — we bless his name — 
He guides our wandering feet to heaven. 

2 Not for our duties or deserts, 

But of his own abundant grace, 

He works salvation in our hearts, 
And forms a people for his praise. 

3 'T was his own purpose that begun 

To rescue rebels doomed to die ; 

He gave us grace in Christ his Son, 

Before he spread the starry sky. 

4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last. 

And makes his Father's counsels 
Declares the great transaction past, 
And brings immortal blessings down. 

5 He dies, — and, in that dreadful night, 

Did all the powers of hell destroy ; 
He rose, and brought our heaven to light, 
And took possession of the joy. 

X X O O •" ^'^^ preach My <rospeZ."— Mark 16 : 15—20. 

1 " Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord ; 

"Bid the whole earth my grace re- 
ceive ; 
He shall be saved who trusts my word ; 
And they condemned who disbelieve. 

2 "I'll make your great commission known, 

And ye shall prove my gospel true 
By all the works that I have done, 
By all the wonders ye shall do. 

3 "Teach all the nations my commands; 

I'm with you till the world shall end » 
All power is trusted in my hands ; 
I can destroy, and I defend." 

4 He spake, and light shone round his head ; 

On a bright cloud to heaven he rode ; 
They to the farthest nations spread 
The grace of their ascended God. 


To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
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i Prayer for a Sense of Sin. 

1 Oh, for that tenderness of heart 

Which bows before the Lord ! 
Owning how just and good thou art, 
iVnd trembling at thy word. 

2 Oh, for those humble, contrite tears 

AVhich from repentance flow! 
Oh, for that sense of guilt whicli fears 
The long-suspended blow ! 

3 Saviour, to me in pity give, 

For sin, the deep distress — 
The pledge thou wilt at last receive ; 
And bid me die in peace. 

4 Oh, fill my soul with faith and love, 

And strength to do thy will! 
Raise my desires and hopes above ; 
Thyself to me reveal. 

4 t/ • " <5^» wretched man that I am /" 

1 With tears of anguish I lament. 

Here, at thy feet, my God, 
My passion, pride, and discontent. 
And vile ingratitude. 

2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base. 

So false as mine has been ; 
So faithless to its promises, 
So prone to every sin ! 

3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 

These struggles in my breast? 
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will. 
And give my conscience rest ? 

4 Break, sovereign Grace, oh, break the 

And set the captive free ! 
Reveal, almighty God, thine arm. 
And haste to rescue me. 

K Q "1 "0 Lord, in wrath remember mercyj" 

^OX» Psalm 38. 

1 Amid thy wrath remember love ; 
Restore thy servant, Lord ; 

Nor let a Father's chastening prove 
Like an avenger's sword. 

2 My sins a heavy load appear. 

And o'er my head are gone ; 
Too heavy they for me to bear, 
Too hard for me t' atone. 

3 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, 

My head still bending down ; 
And I go mourning all the day. 
Beneath my Father's frown. 

4 All my desire to thee is known ; 

Thine eye counts every tear ; 
And every sigh, and every groan, 
Is noticed by thine ear. 

5 My God, forgive my follies past, 

And be for ever nigh ; 
Thou God of my salvation, haste, 
Before thy servant die. 

C^nCi " "^^re is forgiveness with TheeJ" 
UUU. Psalm 130. 

1 Out of the deeps of long distress. 

The borders of despair, 
I sent my cries to seek thy grace. 
My groans to move thine ear. 

2 Great God ! should thy severer eye. 

And thine impartial hand. 
Be strict to mark iniquity. 
No mortal flesh could stand. 

3 But there are pardons with my God, 

For crimes of high degree ; 
Thy Son has bought them with his blood, 
To draw us near to thee. 

4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord ; 

With strong desires I wait : 
My soul, invited by thy word. 
Stands watching at thy gate. 

5 In God the Lord let Israel trust ; 

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m"Turn us, God of our salvation^ 
. Psalm 85. 

1 Lord ! at thy feet we sinners lie, 

And knock at mercy's door : 
With heavy heart and downcast eye, 
Thy favor we implore. 

2 On us the vast extent display 

Of thy forgiving love ; 
Take all our heinous guilt away ; 
This heavy load remove. 

3 'T is mercy — mercy we implore ; 

We would thy pity move : 
Thy grace is an exhaustless store, 
And thou thyself art love. 

4 Oh, for thine own, for Jesus' sake 

Our numerous sins forgive ! 
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break : 
Heal us, and bid us live. 

6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend. 
And thy dominion own ; 
Nor let a rival more pretend 
To repossess thy throne. 

ri I X ^^ J have trusted in Thy mercy. ''^ 

^-'■^* Psalm 13. 

1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord ? 

Must I for ever mourn ? 
How long wilt thou withdraw from me ; 
Oh ! never to return ? 

2 Hear thou, and to my longing eyes 

Restore thy wonted light. 
And suddenly, or I shall sleep 
In everlasting night. 

3 Since I have always placed my trust 

Beneath thy mercy's wing. 
Thy saving health will come, and then 
My heart with joy shall spring. 

4 Then shall I raise glad songs of praise 

To my forgiving Lord ; 
And thou wilt ever be my Help, 
My Hope, my large Reward. 

^x O A " Turn Thee unto me, and ha/ve mercy 
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1 O THOU, whose tender mercy hears 

Contrition's humble sigh ; 
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye. 

2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace, 

A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
Hast thou not said — " Return ?" 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 

To drive me from thy feet ? 
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only safe retreat ! 

4 Absent from thee, my Guide ! my Light ! 

Without one cheering ray. 
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy 
How desolate my way ! 

5 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, 

With beams of mercy shine ! 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joy divine. 

I X^« -4 toeeping Saviour, 

1 And can mine eyes, without a tear, 

A weeping Saviour see ? 
Shall I not weep his groans to hear 
Who groaned and died for me ? 

2 Blest Jesus ! let those tears of thine 

Subdue each stubborn foe ; 
Come, fill my heart with love divine, 
And bid my sorrows flow. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God, whom we adore, 

Be glory as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore ! 






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' My peace I give unto you.'' 


GenUene«s of GocTa Commands. 
Psalm 56. 

1 IIow gentle God's commands ! 
How kind his precepts are ! 
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
And trust his constant care. 

3 Beneath his watchful eye 
His saints securely dwell ; 
That hand which bears all nature up, 
Shall guard his children well. 

3 Why should this anxious load 

Press down your weary mind ? 
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 

Unchanged from day to day : 
I '11 drop my burden at his feet, 
And bear a song away. 

BUssinga of ChrisUan Unity.— Vaalm 133. 


1 Blest are the sons of peace 

Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
Whose kind designs to serve and please 
Through all their actions run. 

2 Blest is the pious house 

Where zeal and friendship meet : 
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows. 
Make their communion sweet. 

3 From those celestial springs 

Such streams of pleasure flow, 
As no increase of riches brings, 
Nor honors can bestow. 

4 Thus on the heavenly hills 

The saints are blest above ; 
Where joy, like morning dew, distills, 
And all the air is love ! 


1 Let not your heart be faint. 

My peace I give to you, — 
Such peace as reason never planned, 
Nor sinners ever knew. 

2 It tells of joys to come ; 

It soothes the troubled breast; 
It shines, a star amid the storm — 
The harbinger of rest. 

3 Then murmur not, nor mourn. 

My people faint and few ; 
Though earth to its foundation shake, 
My peace I leave with you. 

y y O . " ^« Spirit of God dweUeth in yott." 

1 Blest are the pure in heart. 

For they shall see their God : 

The secret of the Lord is theirs ; 

Their soul is Christ's abode. 

2 The Lord, who left the heavens, 

Our life and peace to bring ; 
To dwell in lowliness with men. 
Their pattern and their King ; — 

3 He to the lowly soul 

Doth still himself impart. 
And for his dwelling, and his throne, 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 

4 Lord, we thy presence seek : 

May ours this blessing be ; 
Oh, give the pure and lowly heart 
A temple meet for thee ! 


^ I will fear no evil, for TTiou art with i 
Psalm 28. 

While my Redeemer 's near, 
My shepherd and my guide, 

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2 To ever fragrant meads, 

Where rich abundance grows, 

His gracious hand indulgent leads, 

And guards my sweet repose, 

3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray. 

My Avandering feet restore ; 
To thy fair pastures guide my way, 
And let me rove no more. 


JestM our living Head. 

1 Our heavenly Father calls. 

And Christ invites us near ; 
With both, our friendship shall be sweet. 
And our communion dear. 

2 God pities all our griefs ; 

He pardons every day, — 
Almighty to protect our souls, 
And wise to guide our way. 

3 How large his bounties are ! 

What various stores of good. 
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, 
And purchased with his blood ! 

4 Jesus, our living Head ! 

We bless thy faithful care, — 
Our Advocate before the throne, 
And our Forerunner there. 

5 Here fix, my roving heart ; 

Here wait, my warmest love ; 
Till the communion be complete, 
In nobler scenes above. 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

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U U . Prayer of tJis Publican.— "Lake 18 : 18. 

1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry ; 
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free : 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
With deep and conscious guilt opp. , 
Christ and his cross my only plea : 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, 
Nor dare uplift them to the skies ; 
But thou dost all my anguish see : 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
Can for a single sin atone ; 

To Calvary alone I flee : 

God, be merciful to me ! 

6 And when redeemed from sin and hell. 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 
God has been merciful to me ! 

OOO. Penitence for broken Vows. 

1 When silent steal across my soul 
Remembrances of broken vows, 
And tears, almost beyond control, 
Flow, as my guilty spirit bows, — 

2 'Tis then I've caught the Saviour's eye. 
Viewing with looks of injured love, 

A soul, for whom he deigned to die. 
Inconstant and ungrateful prove. 

3 Oh ! had he not so kindly glanced 
(My weeping soul in anguish cries,) 

1 could have borne that searching look; 
But now I yield : my spirit dies. 


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Nor resolutions vainly made ; 
But leaning on my Saviour's breast, 
Implore his Spirit's gracious aid. 

J. -L O ,''1^0,^6 fought a good fight:' —2 Tim. 4 : 6-8. 

1 The hour of my departure 's come ; 
I hear the voice that calls me home ; 
Now, O my God ! let trouble cease. 
And let thy servant die in peace. 

2 The race appointed I have run ; 
The combat 's o'er, the prize is won ; 
And now my witness is on high, 
And now my record 's in the sky. 

3 Not in mine innocence I trust ; 
I bow before thee in the dust ; 

And through my Saviour's blood alone 
I look for mercy at thy throne. 

4 I come, I come, at thy command ; 
I give my spirit to thy hand ; 
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, 
And shield me in the last alarms. 

The Day of Wrath. 

• (A Hymn of the Thirteenth Century.) 


1 That day of wrath ! that dreadful day, 
When heaven and earth shall pass away! 
What power shall be the sinnei's stay ? 
How shall he meet that dreadful day ? 

2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll ; 
When louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the 

dead ! — 

3 Oh ! on that day — that wrathful day, 
When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
Be thou the trembling sinner's stay, 
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^ 4:0 • ^^ narrow Way.— M&tt 7 : 18, 14. 

1 Broad is the road that leads to death, 
And thousands walk together there ; 
But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
With here and there a traveler. 

2 " Deny thyself, and take thy cross," 
Is the Redeemer's great command : 
Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain this heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 
And walks the ways of God no more. 
Is but esteemed almost a saint, 

And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain ; 
Create my heart entirely new : 
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain ; 
Which false apostates never knew. 

11^^ " Whose fotmdation is in the dniaV^ 
X ± U U . Job 4 : 17-21. 

1 Shall the vile race of flesh and blood 
Contend with their Creator, God ? 
Shall mortal worms presume to be 
More holy, wise, or just, than he ? 

2 Behold, he puts his trust in none 
Of all the spirits round his throne ; 
Their natures, when compared with his. 
Are neither holy, just, nor wise. 

3 But how much meaner things are they 
Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay! 
Touched by the finger of thy wrath. 
We faint and vanish like the moth. 

4 From night to day, from day to night. 
We die by thousands in thy sight ; 
Buried in dust whole nations lie. 
Like a forgotten vanity. 

6 Almighty Power ! to thee we bow ; 
How frail are we ! how glorious thou ! 
No more the sons of earth shall dare 
With an eternal God compare. 


JL X O i • " -^^one with Thee, in that dread strife.'" 

1 The moment comes, when strength shall 

When, health, and hope, and courage 

I must go down into the vale 
And shade of death, with thee alone. 

2 Alone with thee ! in that dread strife 
Uphold me in mine agony ; 

And gently be this dying life 
Exchanged for immortality. 

3 Then, when th' unbodied spirit lands 
Where flesh and blood hath never trod, 
And in the unvailed presence stands 

Of thee, my Saviour and my God, — 

4 Be mine eternal portion this. 

Since thou wert always here with me, 
That I may view thy face in bliss, 
And be for evermore with thee. 

i ^ O y • Trembling in Fear of Hell. 

1 Father ! — if I may call thee so, — 
I tremble with my one desire : 
Lift up this heavy load of woe. 
Nor let me in my sins expire ! 

2 I tremble, lest the wrath divine. 
Which bruises now my sinful soul. 
Should bruise and break this soul of mine, 
Long as eternal ages roll. 

3 Thy wrath I fear, thy wrath alone. 
This endless exile, Lord, from thee ! 
Oh, save ! oh, give me to thy Son, 
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me I 


Glory to thee, O God, most high I 
Father, we praise thy majesty ! 
The Son, the Spirit, we adore. 
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1 Faith is the polar star 

That guides the Christianas way, 
Directs his wanderings from afar 

To realms of endless day : 
It points the course, where'er he roam, 
And safely leads the pilgrim home. 

2 Faith is the rainbow's form 

Hung on the brow of heaven, 
The glory of the passing storm. 

The pledge of mercy given : 
It is the bright triumphal arch 
Through which the saints to glory march. 

3 The faith that works by love, 

And purifies the heart, 
A foretaste of the joys above 

To mortals can impart : 
It bears us through this earthly strife. 
And triumphs in immortal life. 

JL ^ JL t:» " ^'either shall there be any more pain.'''' 

1 Friend after friend departs : 
WTio hath not lost a friend ? 


There is no union here of hearts 
That finds not here an end : 
Were this frail world our final rest. 
Living or dying, none were blest. 

2 Beyond the flight of time. 

Beyond this vale of death. 
There surely is some blessed clime 

Where life is not a breath, — 
Nor life's aff'ections transient fire. 
Whose sparks fly upward to expire. 

3 There is a world above, 

Where parting is unknown, 
A whole eternity of love. 

Formed for the good alone ; 
And faith beholds the dying here 
Translated to that happier sphere. 

4 Thus star by star declines. 

Till all are passed away. 
As morning high and higher shines 

To pure and perfect day : 
Nor sink those stars in empty night — 
They hide themselves in heaven's own 

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From guilty pride, and lust of power ; 
From wild sedition's lawless hour ; 

From yoke of slavery ; 
From blinded zeal, by faction led ; 
From giddy change, by fancy bred ; 
From poisoned error's serpent head, 

Good Lord, preserve us free ! 

• 8(me Thy people, and Ness TMne inheritance.^^ 

2 Defend, O God, with guardian hand, 
The laws and rulers of our land. 
And grant thy churches grace to stand- 
in faith and unity ! 
Thy Spirit's help of thee we crave, 
That thy Messiah, sent to save, 
Returning to the world, might have 
A people serving thee ! 

\j^ i m "Sorrotoinff, ydt alwaya re^(yicing^ 

[Tune BuNDKLL, opposite page.] 
1 When I can trust my all with God, 

In trial's fearful hour. 
Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod, 

And bless his sparing power, 
A joy springs up amid distress, — 
A fountain in the wilderness. 

2 Oh ! to be brought to Jesus' feet, 
Though sorrows fix me there, 
Is still a privilege; and sweet 

The energy of prayer. 
Though sighs and tears its language be. 
If Christ be nigh, and smile on me. 

Then blessed be the hand that gave ; 

Still blessed when it takes ; 
Blessed be he who smites to save, 

Who heals the heart he breaks : 
Perfect and true are all his ways, 
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Let choral anthems rise ; 
Ye reverend men, and children, bring 

To God your sacrifice : 
For he is good, — the Lord is good, 

And kind are all his ways : 
With songs and honors sounding loud. 
The Lord Jehovah praise ; 
While the rocks and the rills. 
While the vales and the hills 
A glorious anthem raise. 
Let each prolong the grateful song. 
And the God of our fathers praise. 

/ will praise the name of God with a aong." 

He bids the sun to rise and set ; 

In heaven his power is known-; 
And earth, subdued to him, shall yet 

Bow low before his throne : 
For he is good, — the Lord is good, 

And kind are all his ways : 
With songs and honors sounding loud, 

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1 I HEARD the voice of love divine, 

Addressing man to trouble born ; 
What accents, Saviour, then were thine ! 
"Blessed are they that mourn!" 

2 Again it spoke : " Come unto me, 

Thou with distress and labor worn ; 
Rest and refreshment are for thee : 
Blessed are they that mourn !" 

3 I heard a voice in truth's pure word, 

A saint who sorrow's yoke had borne : 

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" Blessed are they that mov/rn.'''' — Matt. "5 : 4. 

" Blest is the man thou chast'nest. Lord ! 
Blessed are they that mourn!" 

I heard an angel-voice proclaim, 

" Yon victors bright, whom crowns adorn, 
Through tribulation great they came : 
Blessed are they that mourn !" 

Why should I then for suff rings grieve, 
Since sorrow leads to joy's bright bourn? 
Let me indeed the words believe : 
" Blessed are they that mourn !" 

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Lo ! the storms of life are breaking ; 
Faithless fears our hearts are shaking : 
For our succor undertaking, 

Lord and Saviour, help us ! 

Lo ! the world, from thee rebelling. 
Round thy church in pride is swelling ! 
With thy word their madness quelling. 
Lord and Saviour, help us ! 

Prayer for Christ i Aid in Toil. 

On thine own command relying, | 
AVe our onward task are plying ; 
Unto thee for safety sighing. 
Lord and Saviour, help us ! 

By thy birth, thy cross, and passion, 
By thy tears of deep compassion, 
By thy mighty intercession, / 

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^ Q (J , Prayer for the JndweUing of the Spirit. 

1 Holy Spirit! Love Divine ! 
Let thy light within me shine ; 
Breathe thyself into my breast : 
Earnest of immortal rest. 

2 Let me never from thee stray, 
Keep me in the narrow way : 
Keep me thine, for ever thine ; 
Let thy love and joy be mine. 

JL O • ^^ Prodigal invited. 

1 Brother, hast thou wandered far 

From thy Father's happy home, 
With thyself and God at war ? 

Turn thee, brother ; homeward come. 

2 Hast thoa wasted all the powers 

God for noble uses gave ? 
Squandered life's most golden hours ? 
Turn thee, brother ; God can save. 

3 He can heal thy bitterest wound. 

He thy gentlest prayer can hear : 
Seek him, for he may be found ; 
Call upon him ; he is near. 

f\ Q Q " Why wUl ye die f" 

fJtJtJ, Ezek. 83:11. 

1 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? 
God, your Maker, asks you why — 
God, who did your being give. 
Made you with himself to live. 

2 Sinners, turn ! why will ye die ? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why — 
He who did your souls retrieve. 
He who died, that ye might live. 

3 Will you let him die in vain ? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why 
W^ill ye slight his grace, and die ? 

4 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks you why — 
He who all your lives hath strove, 
Wooed you to embrace his love. 

5 Will ye not his grace receive ? 
Will ye still refuse to live ? 
Oh ! ye dying sinners, why 

Will ye grieve your God, and die ? 

K/i_f\ " Where wilt thou appear V 
0'±\), 1 Pet. 4: 18. 

1 When thy mortal life is fled, 

When the death-shades o'er thee spread, 
When is finished thy career. 
Sinner, where wilt thou appear ? 

2 When the Judge descends in light, 
Clothed in majesty and might; 
When the wicked quail with fear, 
Where, oh, where wilt thou appear I 

3 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, 
Quickly to the Saviour fly : 
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer ; 
Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 

" Deep regret for follies paat.^ 


1 God of mercy ! God of love ! 

Hear our sad, repentant song ; 
Sorrow dwells on every face. 
Penitence on every tongue, 

2 Deep regret for follies past, ' 

Talents wasted, time misspent ; 
Hearts debased by worldly cares. 
Thankless for the blessings lent ; 

3 Foolish fears and fond desires. 

Vain regrets for things as vain ; 
Lips too seldom taught to praise, 
Oft to murmur and complain ; 







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4 These, and every secret fault, 

Filled with grief and shame, we own ; 
Humbled at thy feet we lie, 

Seeking pardon from thy throne. 

5 God of mercy ! God of grace ! 

Hear our sad, repentant songs ; 
Oh, restore thy suppliant race. 
Thou to whom all praise belongs ! 

589. ''Love€t thmt Mer 

1 Could my heart so hard remain. 

Prayer a task and burden prove. 
Every trifle give me pain. 
If I knew a Saviour's love ? 

2 When I turn my eyes within. 

All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
Filled with unbelief and sin, 
Can I deem myself a child ? 

3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 

Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all ? 

4 Lord, decide the doubtful case ; 

Thou who art thy people's Sun, 
Shine upon thy work of grace. 
If it be, indeed, begun. 

5 Let me love thee more and more, 

If I love at all, I pray ; 
If I have not loved before, 
Heljf me to begin to-day. 

Q ^ O • ConfMsion. 

1 Oh these eyes, how dark and blind I 
Oh this foolish, earthly mind ! 
Oh this froward, selfish will. 
Which refuses to be still ! 

2 Oh these ever roaming eyes, 
Upward that refuse to rise ! 

Oh these wayward feet of mine. 
Found in every path but thine ! 

3 Oh this stubborn, prayerless knee. 
Hands so seldom clasped to thee, 
Longings of the soul that go. 
Like the wild wind, to and fro I 

4 To and fro, without an aim, 
Turning idly whence they came ; 
Bringing in no joy, no bliss. 
Adding to my weariness. 

5 Giver of the heavenly peace. 
Bid, oh, bid these tumults cease ; 
Minister thy holy balm, 

Fill me with thy Spirit's calm. 

6 Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Leave me not in sin to stay ; 
Bearer of the sinner's guilt, 

Lead me, lead me, as thou wilt ! 

Q Q Q " ^o more my own, hut Thine.'''' 
OOO* Luke 23:84. 

1 Let me dwell on Golgotha, 
Weep and love my life away ! 
While I see him on the tree 
Weep, and bleed, and die for me ! 

2 Hark ! his dying word : " Forgive ! 
Father, let the sinner live ; 
Sinner, wipe thy tears away, 

I thy ransom freely pay." 

3 While I hear this grace revealed, 
And obtain a pardon sealed. 

All my warm affections move, 
Wakened by his dying love. 

4 He hath dearly bought my soul ; 
Lord, accept, and claim the whole ! 
To thy will I all resign, 

Now no more my own, but thine. 



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3 Should coming days be dark and cold, 

We will not yield to sorrow, 
For hope will sing, with courage bold, 
" There's glory on the morrow :" 
For now, etc. 

4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise, 

Each cord on earth to sever, — 
There — bright and joyous in the skies — 
There — is our home for ever : 
For now we stand on Jordan's strand, 

Our friends are passing over ; 
And, just before, the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

My days are gliding swiftly by. 

And I, a pilgrim stranger. 
Would not detain them as they fly,— 
Those hours of toil and danger : 
For now we stand on Jordan's strand, 

Our friends are passing over ; 
And, just before, the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

Our absent king the watchword gave, — 
" Let every lamp be burning ;" 

We look afar, across the wave. 
Our distant home discerning : 
For now, etc. 

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y y Q , iSbow a«.cZ /or ever with Christ. 

1 Soon — soon and for ever our union shall be 
Made perfect, our glorious Redeemer, in thee ; 
The sins and the sorrows of time shall be o*er, 
Its pangs and its partings remembered no more : 
When life can not fail, and when death can not sever, 
Then Christians with Christ shall be — soon and for ever. 

2 Yes, soon and for ever, we '11 see as we 're seen, 

And learn the deep meaning of things that have been ; 
Then droop not in sorrow, despond not in fear, — 
A glorious to-morrow is bright'ning and near ; 
When — blessed reward of each faithful endeavor ! — 
True Christians with Christ shall be — ^^soon and for ever ! 

1108. ^^ (hdding Star. 

[Tune Star, opposite page.] 

1 Star of peace ! to wanderers weary. 
Bright the beams that smile on me ; 
Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, 
Far, far at sea. 

2 Star of hope ! gleam on the billow, 
Bless the soul that sighs for thee ; 
!^less the sailor's lonely pillow, 
Far, far at sea. 

3 Star of faith ! when winds are mocking 
All his toil, he flies to thee ; 

Save him, on the billows rocking. 
Far, far at sea. 

4 Star divine ! oh, safely guide him, — 

Bring the wanderer home to thee ! 
Sore temptations long have tried him, 
Far, far at sea. 


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you. ' ^y »'«««. «« <^« wiit:^ 

1 My Jesus, as thoii wilt ! 

Oh, may thy will be mine I 
Into thy hand of love 

I would my all resign ; 
Through sorrow, or through joy, 

Conduct me as thine own, 
And help me still to say, 

My Lord, thy will be done I 

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 

Though seen through many a tear, 
Let not my star of hope 

Grow dim or disappear : 
Since thou on earth hast wept. 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with thee, 

My Lord, thy will be done ! 

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 

All shall be well for me : 
Each changing future scene, 

I gladly trust with thee : 
Then to my home above 

I travel calmly on. 
And sing, in life or death, 

My Lord, thy will be done ! 

t/ U . T^ Discipline of Joy nnd Sorronjo. 

1 My sky was once noon-bright, 

My day was calm the while ; 
I loved the pleasant light. 
The sunshine's happy smile. 

2 I said, " My God, oh ! sure 

This love will kindle mine ; 
Let but this calm endure. 
Then all my heart is thine." 

3 Thou tnistedst me awhile : 

O Lord ! I was deceived ; 
I reveled in the smile. 
Yet to the dust I cleaved. 

4 Then the fierce tempest broke ; 

I knew from whom it came ; 
I read in that sharp stroke 
A Father's hand and name. 

5 Must I be smitten, Lord ? 

Are gentler measures vain I 
Must I be smitten. Lord ? 
Can nothing save but pain ? 

6 I said, '' My God ! at length 

This stony heart remove ; 
Deny all other strength. 

But give me strength to love " 


Mort Uke God. 

1 I DID thee wrong, my God ; 

I wronged thy truth and love ; 
I fretted at the rod, — 

Against thy power I strove. 

2 Come nearer, nearer still ; 

Let not thy light depart ; 
Bend, break this stubborn will ; 
Dissolve this iron heart ! 

3 Less wayward let me be, 

More pliable and mild; 
In glad simplicity 

More like a trustful child. 

4 Less, less of self each day. 

And more, my God, of thee ; 
Oh, keep me in the way. 
However rough it be. 

5 Less of the flesh each day, 

Less of the world and sin : 
More of thy Son, I pray, 
More of thyself within. 

6 More molded to thy will. 

Lord, let thy servant be ; 
Higher and higher still. 
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1 My soul doth long for thee 

To dwell within my breast ; 
Unworthy though I be 
Of so divine a Guest ! 

2 Of so divine a Guest 

Unworthy though I be, 
Yet hath my heart no rest 
Until it come to thee ! 

3 Until it come to thee, 

In vain I look around ; 
In all that I can see 
No rest is to be found ! 

4 No rest is to be found, 

But in thy bleeding love : 
Oh, let my wish be crowned, 
And send it from above 1 

Q^^, ImitaUon of Christ m Youth. 

1 I FEEL within a want 

For ever burning there ; 
What I so thirst for, grant, 

thou who hearest prayer ! 

2 This is the thing I crave : 

A likeness to thy Son ; 
This would I rather have 

Than call the world my own, 

3 Like him, now in my youth, 

1 long, O God, to be, — 
In tenderness and truth. 

In sweet humility. 

4 'TIS my most fervent prayer : 

Be it more fervent still — 
Be it my highest care ; 
Be it my settled will ! 

Q 1 1 4- *^Be of good cheer ; I hav6 overcomt th§ 
tfUtt. -^ " world}\ 

1 Cheer up, desponding soul ! 

Thy longing pleased I see ; 
'Tis part of that great whole 
Wherewith I longed for thee — 

2 Wherewith I longed for thee. 

And left my Father's throne : 
From death to set thee free. 
And claim thee for my own — 

3 To claim thee for my own, 

I suffered on the cross : 
Oh, were my love but known. 
All else would be as dross ! — 

4 All else would be as dross ! 

And souls, through grace divine, 

Would count their gain but loss 
To live for ever mine ! 


Upward I 

1 Go up, go up, my heart ! 

Dwell with thy God above ; 
For here thou canst not rest. 
Nor here give out thy love. 

2 Go up, go up, my heart ! 

Be not a trifler here ; 
Ascend above these clouds, — 
Dwell in a higher sphere. 

3 Let not thy love flow out 

To things so soiled and dim ; 
Go up to heaven and God ; 
Take up thy love to him. 

4 Waste not thy precious stores 

On pleasure here below : 
To God that wealth belongs ; 
On him that wealth bestow, 

5 Go up, reluctant heart ! 

Take up thy rest above ; 
Arise, earth-clinging thoughts ; 
Ascend, my lingering love I 


•* Choose Thou for jne." 

1 Thy way, not mine, O Lord, 

However dark it be ! 
Lead me by thine own hand ; 
Choose out the path for me, 

2 I dare not choose my lot : 

I would not, if I might ; 
Choose thou for me, my God, 
So shall I walk aright. 

3 The kingdom that I seek 

Is thine : so let the way 
That leads to it be thine. 
Else I must surely stray. 

4 Take thou my cup, and it 

With joy or sorrow fill. 
As best to thee may seem ; 
Choose thou my good and ill. 

5 Choose thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health; 
Choose thou my cares for me. 
My poverty or wealth. 

6 Not mine, not mine the choice, 

In things or great or small ; 
Be thou my Guide, my Strength, 
My Wisdom, and my All. 






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1 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm : 

Let thine outstretched wing 
Be like the shade of Elim's palm, 
Beside her desert spring. 

2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 

The sounds my ear that greet, — 
Calm in the closet's solitude. 
Calm in the bustling street,— 

3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 

Calm in the hour of pain. 
Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
Calm in my loss or gain, — 

4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong. 

Like him who bore my shame. 
Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting 
Who hate thy holy name. 

5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm. 

Soft resting on thy breast ; 
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm. 
And bid my spirit rest. 

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Psalm 119. 

1 Oh that the Lord would guide my ways 

To keep his statutes still ! 
Oh that my God would grant me grace 
To know and do his will ! 

2 Oh, send thy Spirit down, to write 

Thy law upon my heart ; 
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit. 
Nor act the liar's part. 
8 Order my footsteps by thy word, 
And make my heart sincere ; 
Let sin have no dominion, Lord, 
But keep my conscience clear. 
4 Make me to walk in thy commands— 
'T is a delightful road ; 

Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands 
Offend against my God. 

y X t/ • " ^^<^ things are passed away^ 

1 Wb praise and bless thee, gracious Lord, 

Our Saviour kind and true. 
For all the old things passed away, 
For all thou hast made new. 

2 But yet how much must be destroyed, 

How much renewed must be, 
Ere we can fully stand complete 
In likeness. Lord, to thee ! 

3 Whate'er would tempt the soul to stray. 

Or separate from thee. 
That, Lord, remove, however dear 
To our poor hearts it be ! 

4 When flesh declines, then strengthen 

The spirit from above ; 
Make us to feel thy service sweet, 
And light thy yoke of love. 

5 So shall we faultless stand at last 

Before thy Father's throne ; 
The blessedness for ever ours, 
The glory all thine own ! 

y • O • " Firmly I build my hope on Thee."^ 

1 I KNOW thy thoughts are peace toward me ; 

Safe am I in thy hands ; 
Firmly I build my hope on thee. 
For sure thy counsel stands ! 

2 Whate'er thy word hath promised, all 

Wilt thou full surely give ! 
Wherefore, from thee I will not fall ; 
Thy word doth make me live. 

3 Though mountains crumble into dust. 

Thy covenant standeth fast ; 

Who follows thee in pious trust, 

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4 Though strange and winding seems the 
While yet on earth I dwell, 
In heaven my heart shall gladly say, 
Thou, God, dost all things well ! 

1208. " ^^«' ^^ <^^»'-" 

1 Calm on the bosom of thy God, 

Young spirit, rest thee now ! 
Ev'n .while with us thy footsteps trod, 
His seal was on thy brow. 

2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! 

Soul, to its place on high ! 
Tiiey that have seen thy look in death 
No more may fear to die. 

3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers. 

Whence thy meek smile is gone ; 
But, oh ! a brighter home than ours, 
' ' In heaven, is now thine own. 

" Lord. J believe a rest remains.'''' 


1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, 

To all thy people known ; 
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns. 
And thou art loved alone ; — 

2 A rest where all our souls' desire 

Is fixed on things above ; 
Where fear and sin and grief expire, 
Cast out by perfect love. 

3 Oh that I now the rest might know, 

Believe and enter in ! 
Now, Saviour ! now the power bestow, 
And let me cease from sin. 

4 Remove the hardness of my heart, 

The unbelief remove ; 
To me the rest of faith impart — 
The Sabbath of thy love. 


Holiness of Heave/n. 
1 Cor. 2 : 9, 10. 

1 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, 

Nor sense nor reason known. 
What joys the Father has prepared 
For those that love his Son. 

2 But the good Spirit of the Lord 

Reveals a heaven to come ; 

The beams of glory in his word 

Allure and guide us home. 

3 Pure are the joys above the sky 

And all the region peace ; 
No wanton lips, nor envious eye 
Can see or taste the bliss. 

4 Those holy gates for ever bar 

Pollution, sin, and shame ; 
None shall obtain admittance there. 
But followers of the Lamb. 

X ^ O • " -^^^^ '^*y desire a better cottntrt/."" 

1 Oh ! could our thoughts and wishes fly, 

Above these gloomy shades, 
To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 
Which sorrow ne'er invades ! 

2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, 

Or reason's feeble ray, 
In ever-blooming prospect rise, 
Unconscious of decay. 

3 Lord ! send a beam of light divine 

To guide our upwaixl aim ; 

With one reviving touch of thine 

Our languid hearts inflame. 

4 Then shall, on faith's sublimcst wing, 

Our ardent wishes rise 
To those bright scenes, where pleasure! 
Immortal in the skies. 



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" He 'became obedient unto death.''''— Yhxl. 2 : 8. 

1 Thou, who didst stoop below 
To drain the cup of woe, 

And wear the form of frail mortality, 

Thy blessed labors done. 

Thy crown of victory won. 
Hast passed from earth — passed to thy home 
on high. 

2 It. was no path of flowers. 
Through this dark world of ours, 

Beloved of the Father ! thou didst tread ; 
And shall we in dismay 
Shrink from the narrow way^ 

When clouds and darkness are around it 
spread ? 

CAVE. Ys&S. 

3 O thou who art our Life, 

Be with us through the strife ; 
Was not thy head by earth's rude tempests 

Raise thou our eyes above [bowed ^ 

To see a Father's love 
Beam, like the bow of promise, through the 

4 Ev'n through the awful gloom 
Which hovers o'er the tomb, 

That light of love our guiding star shall be ; 
Our spirits shall not dread 
The shadowy way to tread, 

Friend, Guardian, Saviour ! which doth lead 
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The Contrast. 

1 Blessi&d night, when first that plain 
Echoed with the joyful strain, — 

"Peace has come to earth again !" 

2 Happy shepherds, on whose ear 
Fell the tidings glad and dear, — 

"God to man is drawing near!" 

3 Babe of weakness, can it be 
That the earth's great victory 
Is to be achieved by thee ? 

4 Child of poverty, art thou 

He to whom all heaven shall bow, 
And all earth shall pay the vow ? 

6 Heir of pain and toil, whom none 
In this evil day will own. 
Art thou the Eternal One ? 

6 Thou, o'er whom the sword and rod 
Wave, in haste to drink thy blood. 
Art thou very Son of God ? 

7 We adore thee as our King, 
And to thee our song we sing ; 
Our best oflTring to thee bring. 

8 Guarded by the shepherds' rod, 
'Mid their flock, thy poor abode ; 
Thus we own thee. Lamb of God. 

9 Lamb of God, thy lowly name ; 
King of kings, we thee proclaim : 
Heaven and earth shall hear its fame. 

10 Mighty King of righteousness. 
King of glory. King of peace. 
Never shall thy kingdom cease ! 

U • ChriBt the Sun of Rightt<yu9nMfi. 

Tune Cavb, opposite page. 

1 Jesus, Sun of righteousness. 

Brightest beam of love divine. 
With the early morning rays 

Do thou on our darkness shine, 
And dispel with purest light 
All our night ! 

2 Like the sun's reviving ray. 

May thy love, with tender glow, 
All our coldness melt away, 

Warm and cheer us forth to go ; 
Gladly serve thee and obey 
All the day I 

Thou our only Life and Guide I 
Never leave us nor forsake : 

In thy light may we abide 

Till th eternal morning break ; 

Moving on to Zion's hill 
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" How firm a fowndation ! " 

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! 
What more can he say than to you he hath said. 
Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled : — 

2 " Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed ; 
For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid : 

I '11 strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

3 " When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow ; 

For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

4 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, 
I will not, I will not desert to his foes : 

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, 
I '11 never — no, never — no, never forsake !" 

I O^* Looking off. 

1 O EYES that are weary, and hearts that are sore ! 
Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more ! 

The light of his countenance shineth so bright. 
That here, as in heaven, there need be no night. 

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear ; 
I tremble no more when I see Jesus near ; 

I know that his presence my safeguard will be. 
For, " Why are ye troubled ?" he saith unto me. 

3 Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found, 
W^hen Jordan's dark waters encompass <rne round: 
They bear me away in his presence to be : 

I see him still nearer whom always I see. ^ 


4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace 
Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face ; 
Shall know how his love went before me each day, 
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 


•♦ Faint, yet jpwr«t«»«.flr."— Judges 8 : 4. 

1 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way ; : 
The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay; 
Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be near, 
The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear? 

2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint; 

The weak, and oppressed — he will hear their complaint; 
The way may be weary, and thorny the road. 
But how can we falter? our help is in God! 

3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads; 
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds! 
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears. 

And brings back the wanderers all safe from the snares. 

4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light; 
Though storms rage around us, our God is our might; 
So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come ; 

The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our home ! 

1 n n ^ " -^« «^«^^ &« called the Lord our Righteousness,''^ 
XUUU. Jer. 23:6. 

1 I ONCE was a stranger to grace and to God; 
I knew not my danger, and felt not my load; 
Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, 
Jehovah, my Saviour, seemed nothing to me. 

2 When free grace awoke me by light from on high, 
Then legal fears shook me; I trembled to die: 

No refuge, no safety, in self could I see : 
Jehovah, thou only ray Saviour must be. 

3 My terrors all vanished before his sweet name; 
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came 
To drink at the fountain, so copious and free : 
Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. 

4 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and boast ; 
Jehovah my Saviour, — I ne'er can be lost : 

In thee I shall conquer, by flood and by field, 
Jehovah my anchor, Jehovah my shield ! 

6 Ev'n treading the valley, the shadow of death, 
This watchword shall rally my faltering breath; 
For, while from life's fever my God sets me free, 
Jehovah, my Saviour, my death-song shall be ! 


O Father Almighty, to thee be addressed. 
With Christ and the Spirit, one God ever blest, 
All glory and worship, from earth and from heaven, 
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/i ^ O Prayer for the sanctifying Influence of 
^OLi, the SpirU. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 

Let thy bright beams arise : 
Dispel the sorrow from our minds, 
The darkness from our eyes. 

2 Convince us of our sin ; 

Then lead to Jesus' blood, 
And to our wondering view reveal 
The secret love of God. 

3 Revive our drooping faith. 

Our doubts and fears remove, 
And kindle i;i our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

4 'T is thine to cleanse the heart. 

To sanctify the soul. 
To pour fresh life in every part. 
And new-create the whole. 

5 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts ; 

Our minds from bondage free ; 
Then shall we know, and praise, and love. 
The Father, Son, and Thee. 

JL O . -^^^ '^ accepted Time.^l Cor. 6 : 2. 

1 Now is th' accepted time. 

Now is the day of grace ; 
Now, sinners, come without delay, 
And seek the Saviour's fece, 

2 Now is th' accepted time. 

The Saviour calls to-day : 
To-morrow it may be too late ; 
Then why should you delay ? 

3 Now is th' accepted time. 

The gospel bids you come ; 

And every promise in bis word 

Declares there yet i room. 

4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 

And feast them with thy love 
Then will the angels swiftly fly 
To bear the news above. 


^Shall we continue in sin that grace may 
abound /" — Rom. 6:1. 

1 Shall we go on to sin 

Because thy grace abounds ? 
Or crucify the Lord again. 
And open all his wounds ? 

2 Forbid it, mighty God ! 

Nor let it e'er be said 
That we, whose sins are crucified, 
Should raise them from the dead. 

3 We will be slaves no more, 

Since Christ has made us free, — 
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross, 
And bought our liberty. 

'■^Relp me to watch and prayj' 


1 A CHARGE to keep I have, 

A God to glorify ; 
A never-dying soul to save, 
Arid fit it for the sky ; 

2 To serve the present age, 

My calling to fulfill ; — 
Oh^ may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care. 

As in thy sight to live ; 
And oh ! thy servant. Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 

4 Help me to watch and pray. 

And on thyself rely ; 
Assured if I my trust betray, 
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1 Q Prayer for Idkenesa to Christ. 
V ±0» John 14: 6. 

1 Thou art, O Christ, the Way : 

Thyself reveal to me ; 
And let me humbly, day by day, 
Live, move, and walk in thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth divine : 

Its fullness may I see ; 
Believe, and find the promise mine,— 
" The Truth shall make you free." 

3 Thou art the Life of God ; 

By thee the dying live : 
In me diffuse thyself abroad, 
And life eternal give. 

4 Thus, by thyself, the Way, 

I to the Father come ; 
Led by the Truth, I can not stray ; 
The Life and I are one. 

"1 1 /j ^ Fasting and Prayer for a Pevival <3f 
X X ^ I • Religion. 

1 Lord, thy work revive. 

In Zion's gloomy hour ; 
And make her dying graces live 
By thy restoring power. 

2 Awake thy chosen few 

To fervent, earnest prayer ; 

Again their sacred vows renew ; 

Thy blessed presence share. 

3 Thy Spirit then will speak 

Through lips of feeble clay, 
And hearts of adamant will break, 
And rebels will obey. 

4 Lord ! lend thy gracious ear ; 

Oh, listen to our cry ! 
Oh, come and bring salvation here ! 
Our hopes on thee rely. 








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4: J. , "<?««« thy heart:' 

1 When, as returns this solemn day, 

Man comes to meet his God, 
What rites, what honors shall he pay ? 
How spread his praise abroad ? 

2 From marble domes and gilded spires 

Shall clouds of incense rise ? 
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck 
The costly sacrifice ? 

3 Vain, sinful man ! — creation's Lord 

Thine offerings well may spare ; 
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find 
Thy God will hear thy prayer. 

\ZZ, God, All in AU. 

1 Where'er, through all hisworks,*we send 

Our roving eyes abroad, 
The various objects all conspire 
To lead us home to God ; — 

2 That God, whose word all nature formed, 

Whose eye all nature sees ; 
Whose hand all nature rules, sustains. 
Or crushes, as he please ; — 

8 Before whose high and dazzling throne 
Myriads of angels bow ; 
Whose smile is everlasting bliss, 
Whose frown is endless woe. 

4 Low at his feet, then, my soul ! 

In prostrate homage fall ; 
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy trust. 
Thy joy, thy God, thy all. 

1 /iS ''Whither shall 1 fiee from Thy Presence T 
J.tJU, Psalm 139. 

1 In all my vast concerns with thee, 
In vain my soul would try 

To shun thy presence. Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye. 

2 Thine all-surrounding sight survejns 

My rising and my rest; 
My public walks, my private ways, 
The secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 

Before they 're formed within; 
And, ere my lips pronounce the word," 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high! 

Where can a creature hide ! 
Within thy circling arms I lie, 
Beset on every side. 

5 So let thy grace surround me still, 

And like a bulwark prove. 
To guard my soul from every ill, 
Secured by sovereign love. 

jL^jLi* '•'■The living God:' 

1 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow. 
And pay their praise to thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 

Ere seas or stars were made ; 
Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Eternity, with all its years. 

Stands present in thy view ; 
To thee there 's nothing old appears. 
Great God ! there 's nothing new. 

4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 

And vexed with trifling cares ; 
While thine eternal thoughts move on 
Thine undisturbed affairs. 




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5 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 
What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to thee. 

4:t/0. Man sinful hy Nature. 

1 How sad our state by nature is ! 

Our sin — how deep it stains ! 
And Satan holds our captive minds 
Fast in his slavish chains. 

2 But there 's a voice of sovereign grace 

Sounds from the sacred word : 
" Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
And trust upon the Lord." 

3 My soul obeys th' almighty call. 

And runs to this relief; 
I would believe thy promise. Lord : 
Oh, help my unbelief! 

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 

On thy kind arms I fall : 
Be thou my strength and righteousness. 
My Saviour and my All. 

4: y . Need of Segeneration. 

1 How helpless guilty nature lies, 

Unconscious of her load ! 
The heart unchanged can never rise 
To happiness and God. 

2 Can aught beneath a power divine 

The stubborn will subdue ? 
'T is thine, almighty Saviour, thine, 
To form the heart anew. 

3 'T is thine the passions to recall, 

And upward bid them rise ; 
To make the scales of error fall 
From reason's darkened eyes ; — 

4 To chase the shades of death away. 

And bid the sinner live : 

A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 

'T is thine alone to give. 

5 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours, 

And give them life divine ! 
Then shall our passions and our powers, 
Almighty Lord, be thine. 

I • Jiepentance in Vie/w of God^a Patience. 

1 And are we wretches yet alive ! 

And do we yet rebel ! 
'T is boundless, 't is amazing love. 
That bears us up from hell ! 

2 The burden of our weighty guilt 

Would sink us down to flames : 
And threatening vengeance rolls above, 
To crush our feeble frames. 

3 Almighty goodness cries, *' Forbear !" 

And straight the thunder stays ; 
And dare we now provoke his wrath, 
And weary out his grace ? 

4 Lord, we have long abused thy love. 

Too long indulged our sin ; 
Our aching hearts now bleed to sec 
What rebels we have been. 

5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command ; 

No more will we obey : 
Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, 
And drive thy foes away. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God, whom we adore, 

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4: t) • ^« Power of the Iloly Spirit. 

1 Eternal Spirit, we confess 

And sing the wonders of thy grace : 
Thy power conveys our blessings down 
From God the Father and the Son. 

2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, 
Our shades and darkness turn to day ; 
Thine inward teachings make us know 
Our danger, and our refuge, too. 

8 Thy power and glory work within, 
And break the chains of reigning sin ; 
All our imperious lusts subdue, 
And form our wretched hearts anew. 

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice ; 
Thy cheering words awake our joys ; 
Thy words allay the stormy wind, 
And calm the surges of the mind. 

y4:0. "^"^ *^«^^ «*' »« « refiner of silver.''^ 

1 Why should I murmur or repine, 

O Lamb of God, who bled for me ? 

What are my griefs compared with thine. 

Thy tears, thy groans, thine agony ! 

2 If thou the furnace dost employ, 

Thou sittest as refiner near. 
To purge away the base alloy, 

Till thine own image bright appear. 

3 Though oft thy way is in the sea. 

Thy footsteps in the winged storm ; 
Though crested billows threaten me, — 
Love slumbers in their frowning form ! 

4 Submissive would I kiss the rod. 

Needful each stroke, I humbly own : 
Help me to trust thee, O my God ! 
If now thy wisdom be unknown. 

1 25^ ^^ Heavenly Rest. 

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1 Lord of the Sabbath hear our vows, 
On this thy day, in this thy house; 

And own as grateful sacrifice. 

The songs which from the desert rise. 

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, — 
But there 's a nobler rest above : 

To that our laboring souls aspire, 
With ardent pangs of strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place ; 
No groans to mingle with the songs 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

4 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, — 
But sacred, high, eternal noon ! 

5 O long-expected day, begin ! 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ; 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death, to rest with God. 

The Heavenly Beat. 

(Abridged Form.) 


1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,— 
But there *s a nobler rest above : 

To that our longing souls aspire. 
With cheerful hope and strong (iesire. 

2 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; 
No groans shall mingle with the songs 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

3 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun ; 
But sacred, high, eternal noon ! 

4 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, — 
But there's a nobler rest above : 

To that our longing souls aspire, 
With cheerful hope and strong desire. 




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Q , WatchfulneM and Prayer.— Pssilm 141. 

1 My God, accept uiy early vows, 
Like morning incense in thy house ; 
And let my nightly worship rise 
Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, 
From every rash and heedless word ; 
Nor let my feet incline to tread 

The guilty path where sinners lead. 

3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray. 
Smite and reprove my wandering way ! 
Their gentle words, like ointment shed. 
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 

4 When I behold them pressed with grief, 
I '11 cry to heaven for their relief ; 
And, by my warm petitions, prove 
How much I prize their faithful love. 

Who shall aUde in Thy Tabernacle r 
Psalm 15. 


1 Who shall ascend thy heavenly place. 
Great God, and dwell before thy face ? 
The man who minds religion now, 
And humbly walks with God below ; 

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is 

clean ; 
Whose lips still speak the thing they 

mean ; 
No slanders dwell upon his tongue ; 
He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 

3 He loves his enemies, and prays 
For those who curse him to his face ; 
And does to all men still the same 
That he would hope or wish from them. 

4 Yet when his holiest works are done, 
His soul depends on grace alone : 
This is the man thy face shall see. 
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee. 

''Joy Cometh in the morning. 


1 Oh, deem not they are blest alone. 

Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; 
For God, who pities man, hath shown 
A blessing for the eyes that weep. 

2 The light of smiles shall fill again 

The lids that overflow with tears ; 
And weary hours of woe and pain 
Are promises of happier years. 

3 There is a day of sunny rest 

For every dark and troubled night ; 
And grief may bide an evening guest. 
But joy shall come with early light. 

4 Nor let the good man's trust depait, 

Though life its common gifts deny ; 
Though with a pierced and broken heart. 
And spurned of men, he goes to die. 

5 For God has marked each sorrowing day. 

And numbered every secret tear. 
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay 
For all his children sufter here. 

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1 And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt ?" 

Lord, I would seize the golden hour : 
I pray to be released from guilt, 

And freed from sin and Satan's power. 

2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ; 

More of thine image let me bear : 
Erect thy throne within my heart. 
And reign without a rival there. 

3 Give me to read my pardon sealed. 

And fromthy joy todraw my strength ; 
Oh, be thy boundless love revealed 
In all its height and breadth and length! 

4 Grant these requests — I ask no more. 

But to thy care the rest resign : 
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, 
All shall be well if thou art mine. 

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" Atik^ and it shall be given you.'''' 
Matt. 7 : 11. 

1 O THOU that hearest prayer ! 

Attend our humble cry ; 
And let thy servants share 

Thy blessing from on high : 
We plead the promise of thy word; 
Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord ! 

2 If earthly parents hear 

Their children when they cry ; 
If they, with love sincere. 

Their children's wants supply ; 
Much more wilt thou thy love display, 
And answer when thy children pray. 

3 Our heavenly Father, thou ; 

We, children of thy grace : 
Oh, let thy Spirit now 

Descend and fill the place ! 
That all may feel the heavenly flame, 
And all unite to praise thy name. 

" Whosoever lOT^i,"— Luke 14 : 


1 Ye dying sons of men, 

Immerged in sin and woe, 
The gospel's voice attend, 

While Jesus sends to you : 
Ye perishing and guilty, come ; 
In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 

2 No longer now delay. 

Nor vain excuses frame; 

He bids you come to-day. 

Though poor, and blind, and lame : 
All things are ready ; sinner, come ; 
For every trembling soul there's room. 

3 Drawn by his bleeding love. 

Ye wand'ring sheep, draw near ; 
Christ calls you from above ; 

The Shepherd's voice now hear : 

Let whosoever will, now come ; 

In Jesus' arms there still is room. 


" The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit.^ 
Psalm 51. 

1 A BROKEN heart, Lord ! 

Thou never wilt despise ; 
'Tis written in thy word, 

This is the sacrifice : 
The sacrifice that thou wilt own — 
It is the broken heart alone. 

2 Break thou my heart, O Lord ; 

The rock within me break ; 
To tremble at thy word. 

And at thine anger quake : 
Let me in deep contrition lie. 
And heave the penitential sigh. 

3 For mercy dwells with thee ; 

Compassion, all divine ; 
That mercy show to me ; 

Be that compassion mine : 
For sinners did not Jesus bleed ? 
And Jesus' blood alone I plead. 




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\j^j^. Consolation in Christ. 

1 Where is my Saviour now, 

Whose smiles I once possessed ? 
Till he return, I bow. 

By heaviest grief oppressed : 
My days of happiness are gone, 
And I am left to weep alone. 

2 Where can the mourner go, 

And tell his tale of grief? 
Ah ! who can soothe his woe. 

And give him sweet relief? 
Earth can not heal the wounded breast, 
Or give the troubled sinner rest. 

3 Jesus ! thy smiles impart ; 

My dearest Lord return, 
And ease my wounded heart, * 

And bid me cease to mourn : 
Then shall this night of sorrow flee. 
And peace and heaven be found in thee. 

1 ^04- "'^^ hringeth down to the graue, and 

1 Fatfier, my spirit owns 

• Thy right to mine and me ; 

Yet pardon human groans 
From human agony ; 
The eye's desire, the soul's delight. 
Thy wisdom hath seen good to blight, 

2 Alas ! the brittle reed, 

On human life to lean ! 
A solace frail indeed. 

Vanished as soon as seen I 
Then, who shall fill the cheerless void, 
Or stay the soul 'mid hopes destroyed ? 

3 In deep submission, aid 

The broken heart to lie, 

Nor, when the stroke is made. 
To murmur or reply ; 
Great grace for greatest need bestow. 
And strong supports for deepest woe. 


An ancient Burial Hymn. 

1 The pangs of death are near, 

Amid the joys of life ; 
And when, in guilty fear. 

We end our dying strife, 
To whom, most holy Lord, 
Shall we for succor flee ? 
O thou most mighty God ! 
Our help is laid on thee : 
Lord Jesus ! by thy bloody stains. 
Save, save us from hell's bitter pains. 

2 The bitter pains of hell 

Awaken our alarm; 
We merit only ill 

From thine avenging arm ; 
Most holy Lord our God, 

To whom but unto thee, 
Most merciful and good. 
Can we for refuge flee ? 
Suflfer us not to fall away 
From Jesus in our dying day. 

3 Our dying day will come. 

And call our crimes to mind; 
And when in sorrow dumb. 

No hope on earth we find. 
To thee, O Christ, we fly, — 

To thine outflowing blood ; 
Look with thy pitying eye, 
Spare us, most holy Lord : 
Nor let us lose the joys that rise 
From thine atoning sacrifice. 

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1 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, 

Above that dome of sky, 
Further than thought itself can flee, 

Thy dwelling is on high : 
Yet dear the awful thought to me. 

That thou, my God, art nigh : — 

2 Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind 

Feels after thee in vain. 
Thee in these works of power to find, 

Or to thy seat attain. 
Thy messenger, the stormy wind ; 

Thy path, the trackless main : 

3 These speak of thee with loud acclaim ; 

They thunder forth thy praise, 
The glorious honor of thy name. 

The wonders of thy ways : 
But thou art not in tempest-flame. 

Nor in the noontide blaze. 

4 We hear thy voice when thunders roll 

Through the wide fields of air ; 
The waves obey thy dread control ; 

But still, thou art not there : 
Where shall I find him, O my soul ! 

Who yet is every where ? 

5 Oh ! not in circling depth or height. 

But in the conscious breast, 
Present to faith, though vailed from sight ; 

There doth his Spirit rest : 
Oh, come, thou Presence infinite ! 

And make thy creature blest. 

^ 1 0. The SpiHt of a UUle Child. 

1 Father, I know that all my life 
Is portioned out for me ; 
The changes that will surely come 
I do not fear to see : 

omitting the repeat, 

I ask thee for a present mind. 

Intent on pleasing thee. 
I ask thee for a thoughtful love. 

Through constant watching wise, 
To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 

And wipe the weeping eyes ; 
A heiart at leisure from itself. 

To soothe and sympathize. 
I would not have the restless will 

That hurries to and fro. 
That seeks for some great thing to do, 

Or secret thing to know : 
I would be treated as a child. 

And guided where I go. 
Wherever in the world I am, 

In whatsoe'er estate, 
I have a fellowship with hearts, 
, To keep and cultivate ; 
A work of lowly love to do 

For him on whom I wait. 

5 I ask thee for the daily strength, 

To none that ask denied, 
A mind to blend with outward life, 

AVhile keeping at thy side ; 
Content to fill a little space. 

If thou be glorified. 

6 And if some things I do not ask, 

Among my blessings be, 
I 'd have my spirit; filled the more 

With grateful love to thee ; 
More careful — not to serve thee much, 

But please thee perfectly. 

OU0» "-ffy Thy death we Uve.'' 

1 In vain we seek for peace with God 
By methods of our own ; 
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2 The threatenings of thy broken law 

Impress the soul with dread : 
If God his sword of vengeance draw, 
It strikes the spirit dead. 

3 But thine atoning sacrifice 

Hath answered all demands ; 
And peace and pardon from the skies 
Are offered by thy hands. 

4 *T is by thy death we live, O Lord ! 

'T is on thy cross we rest : 
For ever be thy love adored. 
Thy name for ever blest. 

4: 4 O • "-4Z; fflory to the v/nited Three:^ 

1 Let them neglect thy glory, Lord, 

Who never knew thy grace ; 
But our loud songs shall still record 
The wonders of thy praise. 

2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee. 

And send them to thy throne : 
All glory to th' united Three, 
The undivided One ! 

3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) 

That formed us by a word ; 
'T is he restores our ruined frame : 
Salvation to the Lord ! 

4 Hosanna ! let the earth and skies 

Repeat the joyful sound ; 
Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice 
In one eternal round ! 

Oi^l/. Why so far from God t 

1 Why is my heart so far from thee. 

My God, my chief delight ? 
Why are my thoughts no more by day 
With thee, no more by night ? 

2 When my forgetful soul renews 

The savor of thy grace, 

My heart presumes I can not lose 
The relish all my days. 

3 But, ere one fleeting hour is past. 

The flattering world employs 
Some sensual bait to seize my taste, 
And to pollute my joys. 

4 Wretch that I am to wander thus 

In chase of false delight ! 
Let me be fastened to thy cross. 
Rather than lose thy sight. 

5 Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, 

And bring my heart to rest 
On the dear center of my soul. 
My God, my Saviour's breast ! 

/^ 4 O ^'■God is my portion for ever.'''' 
Utt^/, Psalm 73. 

1 Whom have we, Lord, in heaven, but thee. 

And whom on earth beside ? 
Where else for succor can we flee. 
Or in whose strength confide ? 

2 Thou art our portion here below, 

Our promised bliss above ; 
Ne'er may our souls an object know 
So precious as thy love. 

3 When heart and flesh, O Lord, shall fail, 

Thou wilt our spirit cheer, 
Support us through life's thorny vale. 
And calm each anxious fear. 

4 Yes, thou shalt be our guide through life. 

And help and strength supply. 
Sustain us in death's fearful strife, 
And welcome us on high. 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
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They shall feel distress no more — 

Never, never weep again : 
*Mid the chorus of the skies, 

'Mid th' angelic lyres above, 
Hark! their songs melodious rise, 

Songs of praise to Jesus' love ! 

3 All is tranquil and serene. 

Calm and undisturbed repose : 
There no cloud can intervene, 

There no angry tempest blows : 
Every tear is wiped away, 

Sighs no more shall heave the breast, 
Night is lost in endless day, 

Sorrow — in eternal rest. 

^O^ ^ Ail the sons of God shouted for joyj" 

1 Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake, and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
When the Prince of Peace was born : 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away ; 
Songs of praise shall crown that day : 
God will make new heavens and earth ; 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

4 Saints below, with heart and voice. 
Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

5 Borne upon their latest breath 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then, amid eternal joy. 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 

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1 0_j Q T!i6 Song of the Hu/ndred and forty and 
-L i-^ to . four thomand.—Uev. 7 : 11—17. 

1 What are these in bright array, 

This innumerable throng, 
Round the altar night and day, 

Hymning one triumphant song ? — 
" Worthy is the Lamb once slain. 

Blessing, honor, glory, power. 
Wisdom, riches to obtain, 

New dominion every hour !" 

2 These through fiery trials trod ; 

These from great affliction came ; 
Now before the throne of God, 

Sealed with his almighty name : 
Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor-palms in every hand, 
Through their dear Redeemer's might, 

More than conquerors they stand. 

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown. 

On immortal fruits they feed; 
Them the Lamb amid the throne 

Shall to living fountains lead : 
Joy and gladness banish sighs ; 

Perfect love dispels all fear ; 
And for ever from their eyes 

God shall wipe away the tear. 


1 High in yonder realms of light, 

Dwell the raptured saints above ; 
Far beyond our feeble sight, 

Happy in Immanuel's love : 
Pilgrims in this vale of tears. 

Once they knew, like us below, 
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, 

Torturing pain and heavy woe. 

2 But these days of weeping o'er, 

Passed this scene of toil and pain. 

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Q y Q • Onward go. 

1 Oft in sorrow, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christian, onward go ! 
Fight the fight, maintain the strife. 
Strengthened with the bread of life. 

2 Onward, Christian, onward go ! • 
Join the war and face the foe : 
Will you flee in danger's hour ? 
Know you not your Captain's power ? 

3 Let your drooping heart be glad ; 
March, in heavenly armor clad ; 
Fight ! nor think the battle long ; 
Soon shall vict'ry tune your song. 

4 Let not sorrow dim your eye ; 
Soon shall every tear be dry : 
Let not fears your course impede ; 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

6 Onward, then, to battle move ! 

More than conqu'ror you shall prove ; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldier, onward go ! 


•■^ Faint not, Christian T 

1 Faint not. Christian ! though the road, 
Leading to thy blest abode. 
Darksome be, and dangerous, too : 
Christ, thy Guide, will bring thee through. 

2 Faint not, Christian ! though in rage 
Satan would thy soul engage ; 

Gird on faith's anointed shield, — 
Bear it to the battle-field, 

3 Faint not, Christian ! though the world 
Hath its hostile flag unfurled : 

Hold the cross of Jesus fast ; 
Thou shalt overcome at last. 

4 Faint not. Christian ! though within 
There 's a heart so prone to sin ; 
Christ, the Lord, is over all ; 

He '11 not sufier thee to fall. 

5 Faint not. Christian ! Jesus near 
Soon in glory will appear ; 
And his love will then bestow 
Power to conquer every foe. 

6 Faint not. Christian ! look on high ; 
See the harpers in the sky : 
Patient wait, and thou wilt join — 
Chant with them of love divine. 

' Let, u8 not sleep, as do others."^ 


1 Sleep not, soldier of the Cross ! 

Foes are lurking all around ; 
Look not here to find repose : 
This is but thy battle-ground. 

2 Up ! and take thy shield and sword ; 

Up ! it is the call of Heaven : 
Shrink not faithless from thy Lord ; 
Nobly strive as he hath striven. 

3 Break through all the force of ill ; 

Tread the might of passion down,-^ 
Struggling onward, onward still. 
To the conqu'ring Saviour's crown ! 

4 Tlirough the midst of toil and pain. 

Let this thought ne'er leave thy breast: 
Every triumph thou dost gain • 

Makes more sweet thy coming rest. 

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1 I CLOSE my heavy eye, 

Saviour, ever near ! 
I lift my soul on high, 

Through the darkness drear 
Be thou my light, I cry, 

Saviour, ever dear ! 

2 I feel thine arnas around. 

Saviour, ever near ! 
With thee if I am found, 

Never can I fear, 
Whatever ills abound ; — 

Saviour, ever dear ! 

JE!ver Near. 

Thine is the day and night. 

Saviour, ever near ! 
Thine is the dark and light. 

Be my covert here : 
Oh, shield me with thy might, 

Saviour, ever dear ! 

And when I come to die. 

Saviour, ever near. 
Receive my parting sigh ; 

In the hour of fear. 
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1 Will that not joyful be. 
When we walk by faith no more, 
When the Lord we loved before. 

As Brother-man we see ; 
When he welcomes us above, 
When we share his smile of love, 

Will that not joyful be ? 

■ EverlMtlng joy shall he upon their head9.'*^ 

2 Will that not joyful be, 
When to meet us rise and come 
All our buried treasures home, 

A gladsome company ! 
When our arms embrace again 
Those we mourned so long in vain^ 
Will that not joyful be ? 

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"" Ihave longed for TTiy salvation, Lord!' 

1 Purer yet and purer 

I would be in mind, 
Dearer yet and dearer 
Every duty find ; 

2 Hoping still and trusting 

God without a fear, 
Patiently believing 

He will make all clear ; 

3 Calmer yet and calmer 

Trial bear and pain, 
Surer yet and surer 
Peace at last to gain ; 

4 SuiFring still and doing, 

To his will resigned. 
And to God subduing 
Heart and will and mind. 

5 Higher yet and higher 

Out of clouds and night, 
Nearer yet and nearer 
Rising to the light — 

6 Light serene and holy, 

Where my soul may rest. 
Purified and lowly, 
Sanctified and blest ; 

7 Quicker yet and quicker 

Ever onward press. 

Firmer yet and firmer 

Step as I progress : 

8 Oft these earnest longings 
Swell within my breast. 
Yet their inner meaning 
Ne'er can be expressed. 



" lam, thy God; I 'will strengthen theeJ' 

Oh, let him whose sorrow 

No relief can find. 
Trust in God, and borrow 

Ease for heart and mind ! 
Where the mourner, weeping. 

Sheds the sacred tear, 
God his watch is keeping. 

Though none else is near. 

God will never leave us ; 

All our wants he knows ; 
Feels the pains that grieve us, 

Sees our cares and woes : 
When in grief we languish, 

He will dry the tear 
Who his children's anguish 

Soothes with sucpor near. 

All our woe and sadness 

In this world below. 
Equal not the gladness 

We in heaven shall know, — 
When our gracious Saviour, 

In the realms above. 
Crowns us with his favor. 

Fills us with his love. 

3 Will that not joyful be. 
When we hear what none can tell. 
And the ringing chorus swell 

Of angels' melody ! 
WTien we join their songs of praise, 
Hallelujahs with them raise, 

Willthat not joyful be? 

4 Yes ! that will joyful be ; 
Let the world her gifts recall ; 
There is bitterness in all : 

Her joys are vanity ! 
Courage, dear ones of my heart I 
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^ O U • Compassion of Christ— 'Ln\iQ 19 : 41. 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 

The wondering angels see ! 
Be thou astonished, O my soul! 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep ; 

Each sin demands a tear : 

In heaven alone no sin is found, 

And weeping is not there. 

A Q Q ^'J^ow should man he just with God V" 
Jt t/ t/ • Job 9 : 2. 

1 Ah, how shall fallen man 

Be just before his God ! 
If he contend in righteousness, 
We fall beneath his rod. 

2 If he our ways should mark. 

With strict inquiring eyes, 
Could we for one of thousand faults 
A just excuse devise ? 

3 All-seeing, powerful God ! 

Who can with thee contend ? 
Or who that tries th' unequal strife, 
Shall prosper in the end ? 

4 The mountains, in thy wrath. 

Their ancient seats forsake ; 
The trembling earth deserts her place, 
Her rooted pillars shake. 

5 Ah, how shall guilty man 

Contend with such a God ! 
None, none can meet him and escape. 
But through the Saviour's blood. 

K Q Q "-Out of the depths hate I cried unto Thee.'^ 
fJU U, Psalm 130, 

1 Out of the depths of woe, 
To thee, Lord ! I cry ; 


Darkness Surrounds me, yet I know 
That thou art ever nigh. 

2 I cast my hopes on thee ; 

Thou canst, thou wilt forgive ; 
If thou shouldst mark iniquity, 
Who in thy sight could live"? 

3 I wait for thee ; I wait, 

Confessing all my sin : 
Lord ! I am knocking at thy gate ; 
Open, and take me in. 

4 Glory to God above ! 

The waters soon will cease ; 
For lo ! the swift-returning dove 
Brings home the pledge of peace. 

5 Though storms his face obscure, 

And dangers threaten loud, 
Jehovah's covenant is sure. 
His bow is in the cloud ! 

I • Bope in the Cross. 

1 My former hopes are fled. 

My terror now begins ; 

I feel, alas ! that I am dead 

In trespasses and sins. 

2 Ah ! whither shall I fly ? 

I hear the thunder roar : 
The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
And vengeance at the door. 

3 When I review my ways, 

I dread impending doom ; 
But sure a friendly whisper says, 
" Flee from the wrath to come.'* 

4 I see, or think I see, 

A glimmering from afar ; 
A beam of day that shines for me, 
To save me from despair. 

5 Forerunner of the sun. 

It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
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Q^Q, "(? Zorcf, hmr me, for I am poor omd needy.'''' 

1 My God, my prayer attend ; 

Oh, bow thine ear to me — 
Without a hope, without a friend, 
Without a help but thee ! 

2 Oh, guard my soul around, 

Which loves and trusts thy grace ; 
Nor let the powers of hell confound 
The hopes on thee I place ! 

3 Thy mercy I entreat : 

Let mercy hear my cries, 
While, humbly waiting at thy feet, 
My daily prayers arise. 

4 Oh, bid my heart rejoice. 

And every fear control ! 
Since at thy throne with suppliant voice 
To thee I lift my soul. 

q4:0» Confiding Prayer. 

1 And shall I sit alone. 

Oppressed with grief and fear ? 

To God, my Father, make my moan, 
And he refuse to hear ? 

2 If he my Father be 

His pity he will show ; 
From cruel bondage set me free, 
And inward peace bestow. 

3 If still he silence keep, 

'T is but my faith to try ; 
He knows and feels whene'er I weep, 
And softens every sigh. 

4 Then will I humbly wait, 

Nor once indulge despair : 
My sins are great, — but not so great 
As his compassions are. 


To God, the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, glory be. 
As was, and is, and shall remain 

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Q X • " Remember the Sabbath dwy, to keep it holy.'" 

1 Another six days' work is done ; 
Another Sabbath is begun : 
Return, my soul, unto thy rest ; 
Enjoy the day thy God hath blest. 

2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
As grateful incense to the skies ! 

And draw from heaven that calm repose, 
Which none but he who feels it knows ; 

3 That heavenly calm within the breast ! 
It is the pledge of that dear rest 
Which foi* the church of God remains, — 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties let the day, 
In holy pleasures, pass away. 

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 

' J« there no Physician there T"* 
Jer. 8 : 22. 


1 Why droops my soul, with grief op- 

pressed ? 
Whence these wild tumults in my breast? 
Is there no balm to heal my wound ? 
No kind physician to be found ? 

2 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes ; 
Behold, the Prince of glory dies ! 
He dies extended on the tree. 
Thence sheds a sovereign balm for thee. 

3 Dear Saviour ! at thy feet I lie, 
Here to receive a cure, or die ; 

But grace forbids that painful fear — 
Oh, boundless grace ! it triumphs here. 

4 Expand, my soul, with holy joy ; 
Hosannas be thy blest employ. 
Salvation thy eternal theme, — 

And swell the song with Jesus' name ! 


" What sinners value, I resign."" 
Psalm 17. 

1 What sinners value, I resign ; 

Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine : 

I shall behold thy blissful face. 

And stand complete in righteousness. 

2 This life 's a dream, an empty show ; 
But the bright world to which I go 
Hath joys substantial and sincere : 
When shall I wake and find me there ? 

3 Oh, glorious hour! oh, blest abode! 
I shall be near and like my God ; 
And flesh and sin no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; 
Then burst the chains with sweet sur- 

And in my Saviour's image rise ! 

X J. O O • " It is even a vapor?'' 

1 How vain is all beneath the skies ! 
How transient every earthly bliss ! 
How slender all the fondest ties. 
That bind us to a world like this ! 

2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, 
The withering grass, the fading flower, 
Of earthly hopes are emblems true — 
The glory of a passing hour ! 

3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die, 
And all beneath the skies is vain. 
There is a land, whose confines lie 
Beyond the reach of care and pain. 

4 Then let the hope of joys to come 
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears : 
If God be ours, we 're traveling home, 
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I Q, Sabbath Evening, 

1 Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 
And soft the sunbeams lingering there ; 
For these blest hours the world I leave, 
Wafted on wings of faith and prayer. 

2 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul 

Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love ; 
And while these sacred moments roll, 
Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 

3 Nor will our days of toil be long : 
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod ; 
And we shall join the ceaseless song, 
The endless Sabbath of our God. 

With Christ in ffea/ven. 


1 As when the weary traveler gains 
The height of some overlooking hill, 
His heart revives, if o'er the plains 

He sees his home, though distant still, — 

2 So when the Christian pilgrim views. 
By faith, his mansion in the skies, 
The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 

3 «'Tis there," he says, "I am to dwell 
With Jesus in the realms of day ; 
Then shall I bid my cares farewell. 
And he will wipe my tears away." 

4: • The Mercy-Beat 

1 From every stormy wind that blows. 
From every swelling tide of woes. 
There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 

'T is found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads, — 


A place, than all besides, more sweet ; 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

There is a scene where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat ! 

There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
And sense and sin molest no more. 
And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat ! 

Oh ! let my hand forget her skill. 
My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
This throbbing heart forget to beat, 
If I forget the mercy-seat. 

"ZTow blest the sacred tieT 


1 How blest the sacred tie that binds. 
In union sweet, according minds ! 
How swift the heavenly course they run, 
Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one! 

2 To each the soul of each how dear ! 
What jealous care, what holy fear ! 
How doth the generous flame within. 
Refine from earth and cleanse from sin ! 

3 Their streaming tears together flow 
For human guilt and human woe ; 
Their ardent prayers united rise. 
Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 

4 Together oft they seek the place 
Where God reveals his awful face; 
How high, how strong their raptures swell 
There's none but kindred minds can tell. 

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire 
Mid nature's drooping, sickening fire : 
Soon shall they meet in realms above, 
A heaven of joy, because of love. 

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4 From strife of tongues, and bitter words, 

My spirit flies to thee ; 
Joy to my heart the thought aflfords, 
My Saviour died for me ! 

5 And when thine awful voice commands 

This body to decay, 
And life, in its last lingering sands, 
Is ebbing fast away ; — 

6 Then, though it be in accents weak, 

My voice shall call on thee. 
And ask for strength in death to speak, 
" My Saviour died for me." 

1 ^ ^ " Our dwelling-place in all generations.'^ 

1 Our God, our help in ages past. 

Our hope for years to come. 
Our shelter from the stormy blast. 
And our eternal home !- 

2 Under the shadow of thy throne, 

Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
And our defense is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everlasting thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust : 

" Return, ye sons of men ;" 
All nations rose from earth at first. 
And turn to earth again. 

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 

6 Our God, our help in ages past, 

Oar hope for years to come. 
Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home ! 


My Saviour died /or »n«." 

Thou art ray hiding-place, O Lord ! 

In thee I put my trust. 
Encouraged by thy holy word, — 

A feeble child of dust. 
I have no argument beside, 

I urge no other plea ; 
And 't is enough the Saviour died. 

The Saviour died for me ! 
When storms of fierce temptation beat. 

And furious foes assail, 
My refuge is the mercy-seat, 

My hope within the vail. 

" Wilt not Tfiou deliver my feet from 
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1 Alas, what hourly dangers rise ! 

What snares beset my way ! 
To heaven, oh, let me lift mine eyes. 
And hourly watch and pray. 

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 

And melt in flowing tears ! 
My weak resistance, ah, how vain ! 
How strong my foes and fears ! 

3 O gracious God ! in whom I live. 

My feeble eff'orts aid ; " 
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
Though trembling and afraid. 

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope. 

When foes and fears prevail ; 
And bear my fainting spirit up. 
Or soon my strength will fail. 

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 

Or lure my feet aside. 
My God, thy powerful aid impart, 
My Guardian and my Guide. 

6 Oh, keep me in thy heavenly way. 

And bid the tempter flee ! 

And let me never, never stray 

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To give thy word success; 
Write thy salvation in my heart, 
And make me learn thy grace. 

4 Show my forgetful feet the way 

That leads to joys on high ; 
Where knowledge grows without decay, 
And love shall never die. 

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1 When, rising from the bed of death, 

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, 
I see my Maker face to face — 
Oh, how shall I appear ! 

2 If now, while pardon may be found. 

And mercy may be sought, 
My heart with inward horror shrinks. 
And trembles at the thought ; — 

3 When thou, Lord ! shalt stand disclosed 

In majesty severe. 
And sit in judgment on my soul, 
Oh, how shall I appear ! 

4 Then, see my sorrows, gracious Lord ! 

Let mercy set me free. 
While in the confidence of prayer 
My heart lakes hold of thee. 

5 For never shall my soul despair 

Thy mercy to procure. 
Since thy beloved Son hath died 
To make that mercy sure. 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
Where there are works to make him 

Or saints to love the Lord 1 

Tfie Judgment-seat of Christ. 


1 That awful day will surely come, 

Th' appointed hour makes haste. 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys. 

Thou Sovereign of my heart ! 
How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the sound, " Depart !" 

3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair ! 

To see my God remove, — 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love ! 

4 Jesus, I throw my arms around. 

And hang upon thy breast : 
Without a gracious smile from thee. 
My spirit can not rest. 

6 Oh, tell me that my worthless name 
Is graven on thy hands ! 
Show me some promise in thy book. 
Where my salvation stands. 

6 Give me one kind, assuring word. 
To sink my fears again ; 
And cheerfully my soul shall wait 
Her threescore years and ten. 

Inconstancy lamented. 


1 Long have I sat beneath the sound 

Of thy salvation. Lord ; 
Yet still how weak my faith is found, 
And knowledge of thy word! 

2 How cold and feeble is my love ! 

How negligent my fear ! 
How low my hope of joys above I 
How few affections there I 

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1 Jesus, where'er tliy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat ; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found. 
And every place is hallowed ground. 

2 For thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind ; 

Such ever bring thee where they come. 
And going, take thee to their home. 

3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few ! 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 

«7« " ^'* ^^'"^ of Christ, which passeth knowledge.''^ 

1 Come, dearest Lord ! descend and dwell 
By faith and love in every breast ; 
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel 
The joys that can not be expressed. 

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength. 
Make our enlarged souls possess. 

And learn the height, and breadth, and 

Of thine immeasurable grace. 

3 Now to the God whose power can do 
More than our thoughts and wishes know. 
Be everlasting honors done 

By all the church, through Christ his Son ! 

"tO 4 . "-A'o other Friend can I desire." 

1 My precious Lord, for thy dear name 
I bear the cross, despise the shame ; 
Nor do I faint while thou art near ; 

I lean on thee; how can I fear? 

2 No other name but thine is given 

To cheer my soul in earth or heaven ; 

No other wealth will I require ; 
No other friend can I desire. 
3 Yea, into nothing would I fall 
For thee alone, my All in All ; 
To feel thy love, my only joy ; 
To tell thy love, my sole employ. 

^00» ^'' Let TJiy presence set me free."^ 

1 My soul before thee prostrate lies ; 
To thee, her Source, my spirit flies : 
My wants I mourn, my chains I see, — 
Oh, let thy presence set me free ! 

2 Undone and lost, for aid I cry ; 
In thy death. Saviour, let me die ; 
Griev'd with thy grief, pain'd with thy pain, 
Ne'er let me live for self again. 

3 In life's short day, let me yet more 
Of thine enlivening love implore ; 
My mind must deeper sink in thee, 

My foot stand firm, from wandering free. 

X i^ U U • " ?7«/Va^^ tJiy bosom, faiViful tomby 

1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb ; 
Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
And give these sacred relics room 
To slumber in the silent dust. 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch the soft repose. 

3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 
Passed thro' the grave, and blest the bed : 
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 
Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word : 
Restore thy trust : a glorious form 
Shall then ascend to meet the Lord ! 



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1 When I survey the wondrous cross 
On which the Prince of Glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast. 
Save in the death of Christ my God : 
All the vain things that charm me most — 
I sacrifice them to his blood. 

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were an offering far too small : 
Love so amazing, so divine. 
Demands my soul, my life, my all ! 


Probation in this Life only. 
Eccles. 9 : 10. 

1 Life is the time to serve the Lord, 
The time t' insure the great reward ; 
And. while the lamp holds out to burn. 
The vilest sinner may return. 

2 Life is the hour that God has given 
T' escape from hell and fly to heaven ; 
The day of grace, — and mortals may 
Secure the blessings of the day. 

3 Then what my thoughts design to do. 
My hands, with all your might pursue, 
Since no device, nor work is found, 
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 

4 There are no acts of pardon passed 
In the cold grave to which we haste ; 
But darkness, death, and long despair 
Reign in eternal silence there. 

Q X X . " '^ith niy soul have I desired Thee."" 

1 My God, permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and thee ; 
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest love. 

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 
And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
Why should I cleave to things below. 
And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 
One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
I would obey the voice divine. 

And all inferior joys resign. 

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; 
Let noise and vanity be gone : 

In secret silence of the mind 

My heaven, and there my God, I find. 

Faith exemplified in the Life, 
Tit. 2 : 10-13. 


1 So let our lips and lives express, 
The holy gospel we profess ; 

So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honors of our Saviour God; 
When his salvation reigns within. 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
While justice, temperance, truth, and love, 
Our inward piety approve. 

4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed ho^e. 
The bright appearance of the Lord, — 
And faith stands leaning on his word. 



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Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, 
Ere the hand of justice falls : 

Hear, sinner ! 
'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 

Haste, O sinner, to the Saviour ! 

Seek his mercy while you may ; 
Soon the day of grace is over ; 

Soon your life will pass away : 
Haste, O sinner ! 

You must perish if you stay. 

QO« ^^Keep us. Lord."" 

1 Keep us. Lord, oh, keep us ever ! 

Vain our hope, if left by thee ; 
We are thine ; oh, leave us never, 
Till thy glorious face we see 1 

Then to praise thee 
Through a bright eternity. 

2 Precious is thy word of promise. 

Precious to thy people here ; 

Never take thy presence from us, 

Jesus, Saviour, still be near : 

Living, dying. 
May thy name our spirits cheer. 

ju\j i • ^« Voice from Calvary.— John 19: 30. 

1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 

Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See ! it rends the rocks asunder. 
Shakes the earth, and vails the sky 

" It is finished !" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

2 " It is finished !"— Oh, what pleasure 

Do these charming words afford ! 
Heavenly blessings, without measure. 
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord : 

" It is finished !" 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; 

Join to sing the pleasing theme : 
All on earth, and all in heaven. 
Join to praise Immanuel's name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

O D • Basttn to the Saviour. 

1 Hear, O sinner ! mercy hails you ; 

Now with sweetest voice she calls; 

" 77i6 Judgment of the great day^* 


1 Day of Judgment — day of wonders ! 

Hark ! — the trumpet's awful sound. 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round I 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2 See the Judge our nature wearing. 

Clothed in majesty divine ! 
You, who long for his appearing. 
Then shall say, "This God is mine!" 

Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine ! 

3 At his call the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
All the powers of nature, shaken 
By his looks, prepare to flee ; 

Careless sinner. 
What will then become of thee ? 

4 But to those who have confessed. 

Loved and served the Lord below. 
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed, 
See the kingdom I bestow ; 

You for ever 
Shall my love and glory know !" 

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14^, ^^Drav) nigh unto my aoul, and redeem it" 

1 When I listen to thy word, 

In thy temple, cold and dead ; 
When I can not see thee, Lord, 
All faith's little daylight fled,— 

Sun of glory. 
Beam again around my head. 

2 When thy statutes I forsake ; 

When my graces dimly shine ; 
When thy covenant I break, — 
Jesus, then remember thine : 

Check my wanderings 
By a look of love divine. 

3 When thy heavenly dew distills, 

And my views, O Lord, are clear — 
Clear and bright from Zion's hills, 
Temper joy with holy fear ; 

Keep me watchful. 
Only safe when thou art near. 

4 When aflBictions cloud my sky. 

When the tide of sorrow flows. 
When thy rod is lifted high. 
Let me on thy love repose : 

Stay the rough wind. 
When thy chilling east wind blows. 

5 When the vale of death appears. 

Faint and cold this mortal clay, 
Kind Forerunner ! soothe my fears. 
Light me through the darksome way 

Break the shadows — 
Usher in eternal day ! 

Q X 4 • ^ree Forgvoenetn. 

1 Sinners, will you scorn the message 
Sent in mercy from above ? 

♦ Ob»erve the tie for this H7ma 


Every sentence, oh, how tender ! 
Every line is full of love ; 

Hear, oh, hear it ! 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel 

News from Zion's King proclaim ; 
"To each rebel sinner pardon. 
Free forgiveness in his name :" 
Oh, receive it ! 
"Free forgiveness in his name." 

3 Now, ye angels, hovering round us. 

Waiting spirits, speed your way ; 
Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay : 

Rebel sinners 
Glad the message will obey. 

^Look unto My and be ye saved* 


Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 
This is your accepted hour : 

Jesus ready stands to save you. 
Full of pity, love, and power : 

He is able. 
He is willing ; doubt no more. 

Agonizing in the garden, 

Lo ! the Saviour prostrate lies ; 

On the bloody tree behold him ! 
Hear him cry before he dies, 

" It is finished !" 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

Lo ! th' incarnate God ascended 
Pleads the merit of his blood ; 

Venture on him, venture wholly, 
Let no other trust intrude : 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

ROLAND. C. M. Double. 

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^O i , eoui:'— Psalm 66. 

1 O ALL ye lands, rejoice in God ! 

Sing praises to his name ; 
Let all the earth, with one accord, 
His wondrous acts proclaim ; 

2 And let his faithful servants tell 

How, by redeeming love, 
Their souls are saved from death and hell. 
To share the joys above ; — 

3 Tell how the Holy Spirit's grace 

Forbids their feet to slide ; 
And, as they run the Christian race 
Vouchsafes to be their guide. 

4 Oh, then, rejoice, and shout for joy, 

Ye ransomed of the Lord ! 
Be grateful praise your sweet employ, 
His presence your reward. 

Q PC Q '•'■Happy is the man thatfindeth wisdom.''^ 
000» Prov. 8:13. 

1 Oh, happy is the man who hears 

Instruction's warning voice ; 
And who celestial wisdom makes 
His early, only choice. 

2 For she hath treasures greater far 

Than east and west unfold ; 
And her rewards more precious are 
Than all their stores of gold. 

3 She guides the young with innocence, 

In pleasure's paths to tread ; 
A crown of glory she bestows 
Upon the hoary head. 

4 According as her labors rise, 

So her rewards increase ; 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her paths are peace. 

X ^ O tt • " When shall I see my Father'' » face /" 

1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene, 

That rises to my sight ! 
Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
And rivers of delight. 

3 O'er all those wide extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God, the Sun, for ever reigns. 
And scatters night away. 

4 No chilling winds, no poisonous breath, 

Can reach that healthful shore; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death. 
Are felt and feared no more. 

5 When shall I reach that happy place, 

And be for ever blest ? 
When shall I see my Father's face. 
And in his bosom rest ? 

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 

Can here no longer stny ; 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll. 
Fearless I 'd launch away. 


No Sin in Heaven. 

1 Far from these narrow scenes of night, 

Unbounded glories rise, 
And realms of infinite delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 Fair, distant land ! could mortal eyes 

But half its charms explore, 
How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell oi>. earth no more ! 





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Realms ever bright and fair ! 
For sin, the source .of mortal woe, 
Can never enter there. 

4 Oh, may the heavenly prospect fire 

Our hearts with ardent love ! 
Till wings of faith, and strong desire, 
Bear every thought above. 

5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, 

For thy bright courts on high ; 
Then bid our spirits rise and join 
The chorus of the sky. 

1 O^ A ^^ He that sitieth on the throne shall dwell 
iJ^OxJ* among ^Aew."— Rev. 7 : 11—17. 

1 How bright these glorious spirits shine ! 

Whence all their white array ? 
How came they to the blissful seats 
Of everlasting day ? 

2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great 

Who came to realms of light. 
And in the blood of Christ have washed 
Those robes which shine so bright. 

3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand 

Before the throne on high, 
Acd serve the God they love, amid 
The glories of the sky. 

4 His presence fills each heart with joy, 

Tunes every voice to sing ; 
By day, by night, the sacred courts 
With glad hosannas ring. 

5 The Lamb, that dwells amid the throne. 

Shall o'er them still preside. 
Feed them with nourishment divine, 
And all their footsteps guide. 

6 In pastures green he '11 lead his flock, 

Where living streams appear ; 


And God, the Lord, from every eye 
Shall wipe off every tear. 



new hea/ven and a new earth."" 
Rev. 21 : 1—5. 

1 Lo ! what a glorious sight appears 

To our believing eyes ! 
The earth and seas are passed away. 
And the old rolling sides. 

2 From the third heaven, where God resides, 

That holy, happy place. 
The New Jerusalem comes down. 
Adorned with shining grace. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 

And the bright armies sing : 
" Mortals ! behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending King. 

4 " The God of glory down to men 

Removes his blest abode, — 
Men, the dear objects of his grace, 
And he, the loving God. 

5 "His own soft hands shall wipe the tears 

From every weeping eye ; 
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and 
And death itself, shall die." 

6 How long, dear Saviour 1 oh, how long 

Shall this bright hour delay ? 
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
And bring the welcome day ! 


To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
One God, whom we adore. 

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•^^ • • Psulm 61. 

1 When overwhelmed with grief, 

My heart within me dies, 
Helpless, and far from all relief, 
. To heaven I lift mine eyes. 

2 Oh, lead me to the Rock 

That's high above my head! 
And make the covert of thy wings 
My shelter and my shade. 

3 Within thy presence. Lord, 

For ever I '11 abide : 
Thou art the tower of my defense. 
The refuge where I hide. 

4 Thou givest me the lot 

Of those that fear thy name ; 
If endless life be their reward, 
I shall possess the same. 

U 4 . " -^y *<"**. «'»*' 'A<w* only upon God,^ 

1 Thou Lord of all above. 

And all below the sky. 
Prostrate before thy feet I fall. 
And for thy mercy cry. 

2 Forgive ray follies past. 

The crimes which I have done ; 
Bid a repenting sinner live. 
Through thine incarnate Son. 

3 Guilt, like a heavy load. 

Upon my conscience lies ; 
To thee I make my sorrows known, 
And lift my weeping eyes. 

4 The burden which I feel. 

Thou only canst remove ; 
Do thou display thy pardoning grace. 
And thine unbounded love. 

5 One gracious look of thine 

Will ease my troubled breast ; 

Oh, let me know my sins forgiven, 
And I shall then be blest ! 

Q O 4 • ** Watch unto Prayer."^ 

1 O God ! my Strength, my Hope, 

On thee I cast my care. 
With humble confidence look up. 
And know thou hearest prayer. 

2 Oh for a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye. 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 
And sees the tempter fly ! — 

3 A spirit still prepared, 

And armed with jealous care. 
For ever standing on its guard. 
And watching unto prayer ! — 

4 A soul inured to pain. 

To hardship, grief, and loss ; 
Bold to take up, firm to sustain 
My dear Redeemer's cross ! 

5 Lord, let me still abide. 

Nor from my hope remove. 
Till thou my patient spirit guide 
Into thy perfect love. 


1 " My times are in thy hand :" 

My God ! I wish them there ; 
My life, my friends, my soul, I leave 
Entirely to thy care. 

2 " My times are in thy hand,'* 

Whatever they may be ; 
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
As best may seem to thee. 

3 " My times are in thy hand ; " 

Why should I doubt or fear ? 
My Father's hand will never cause 
His child a needless tear. 

" My times are in Thy Tiand." 
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" My times are in thy hand," — 

Jesus, the crucified ! 
The hand my cruel sins had pierced, 

Is now my guard and guide. 

" My times are in thy hand ;" 

I '11 always trust in thee ; 
And, after death, at thy right hand 

I shall for ever be. 

2 Our anxious souls prepare 

For that tremendous day ; 
Come, fill us now with watchful care, 
And stir us up to pray ; — 

3 To pray, and wait the hour. 

That awful hour unknown. 
When robed in majesty and power. 
Thou shalt from heaven come down ! 

4 Oh, may we all be found 

Obedient to thy word, — 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 
And looking for our Lord 1 

5 Oh, may we all insure 

A home among the blest ; 
And watch a moment to secure 
An everlasting rest! 

"I O Q Q " Knowing the terror of the Lord, t04 
JL ^J O O • persuade m en. " 

1 And will the Judge descend, 

And must the dead arise. 

And not a single soul escape 

His all discerning eyes ? 

2 How will my heart endure 

The terrors of that day. 
When earth and heaven before his face 
Astonished shrink away ? 

3 But, ere the trumpet shakes 

The mansions of the dead. 
Hark, from the Gospel's cheering sound 
What joyful tidings spread ! 

4 Ye sinners! seek his grace 

Whose wrath ye can not bear ; 
Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 

^My soul waitethfor the LordJ* 
Psalm 130. 


1 From lowest depths of woe. 

To God I send my cry : 
Lord ! hear my supplicating voice, 
And graciously reply. 

2 Shouldst thou severely judge. 

Who can the trial bear ? 
But thou forgivest, lest we despond, 
And quite renounce thy fear. 

3 My soul with patience waits 

For thee, the living Lord ; 
My hopes are on thy promise built. 
Thy never-failing word. 

4 My longing eyes look out 

For thine enlivening ray, 
More duly than the morning watch 
To spy the dawning day. 

5 Let Israel trust in God ; 

No bounds his mercy knows — 
The plenteous source and spring from 
Eternal succor flows. 

1 O ^ Q ^^Every one of us shall gvve accovmi of 
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1 Thou Judge of quick and dead, 
Before whose bar severe. 
With holy joy, or guilty dread, 
We all shall soon appear ! — 



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Father ! who in the olive shade, 
When the dark hour came on, 
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid. 

Strengthen thy Son, — 
Oh, by the anguish of that night, 

Send thou us blest relief; 
Or to the chastened, let thy might 
Hallow this grief! 

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And thou, that, when the starry sky 

Saw the dread strife begun. 
Didst teach adoring faith to cry, 

"Thy will be done!"— 
By thy meek Spirit, thou of all 

That e'er have mourned the chief— 
Thou Saviour ! if the stroke must fall, 
Hallow this grief! 


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Father, when thy child is dying, 
On the bed of anguish lying, 
Then, my every want supplying, 

To me thy love display ! 
Ere my soul her bonds hath broken, 
Grant some bright and cheering token, 
That for me the words are spoken, 

" Thy sins are washed away ! " 

" I will he with him in trouble."" 

When the lips are dumb which blessed me, 
And withdrawn the hand that pressed me,. 
Then let sweeter sounds arrest me, 

To call my soul away ! 
Guide me to that world of spirits, 
Where, through thine atoning merits, 
Ev'n thy weakest child inherits 

The joys which ne'er decay. 




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1 Sing of Jesus, sing for ever 

Of tlie love that changes never : 
Who or what from him can sever 
Those he makes his own ? 

2 With his blood the Lord hath bought them, 
When they knew him not, he sought 

And from all their wand'rings brought 
His the praise alone. [them : 

3 Through the desert Jesus leads them. 
With the bread of heaven he feeds them, 

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And through all the way he speeds them 
To their home above. 

4 There they see the Lord who bought 

Him who came from heaven, and sought 

Him who by his spirit taught them : 
Him they serve and love. 

5 Sing of Jesus, sing for ever, 
Sing the love that changes never: 
Who or what from him can sever 

Those he makes his own ? 

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Q Q 4:. HalUlv^ah. 

1 Hallelujah ! Hallelujab ! 
Now is the battle done, 
Now is the vict'ry won ; 
Let us joy, and sing 

Hallelujah ! 

2 Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 
Suff 'ring death's cruel doom, 
Jesus hath hell o'ercome : 
Let us praise, and shout 

Hallelujah ! 

3 Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 
He rose by his own might 

In heavenly love and light : 
Let us joy, and sing 
Hallelujah ! 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 
Closed are the gates below. 
Heaven's halls are open now 
Let us praise, and shout 
Hallelujah ! 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 
Lord, by thy passion, save 
Us from the endless grave : 
Let us ever sing 
Hallelujah ! 


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^OO. "Keep »ilence, all created tilings.'''' 

1 Keep silence, all created tilings, 

And wait your Maker's nod ! 
My soul stands trembling while she sings 
The honors of her God. 

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 

Hang on his firm decree ; 
He sits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 

3 Before his throne a volume lies, 

With all the fates of men ; 
With every angel's form and size, 
Drawn by th' eternal pen. 

4 His providence unfolds the book. 

And makes his counsels shine ; 
Each opening leaf, and every stroke, 
Fulfills some deep design. 

5 My God, I would not long to see 

My fate with curious eyes; — 
What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
Or what bright scenes may rise. 

6 In thy fair book of life and grace, 

May I but find my name 
Recorded in some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb ! 

iUOtt. Learning of Thee.'''' 

1 O Lord, when we the path retrace 

Which thou on earth hast trod ; 
To man thy wondrous love and grace, 

Thy faithfulness to God : — 
Thy love, by man so sorely tried, ' 

Proved stronger than the grave ; 
The very spear that pierced thy side 

Drew forth the blood to save : — 

2 Faithful amid unfaithfulness, 

'Mid darkness only light, 

Thou didst thy Father's name confess 

And in his will delight ; 
Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles. 

Or, suff'ering shame and loss : 
Thy path, uncheered by earthly smiles, 

Led only to the cross : — 

O Lord ! with sorrow and with shame, 

Before thee we confess 
How little we, who bear thy name. 

Thy mind, thy ways express. 
Give us thy meek, thy lowly mind : 

We would obedient be ; 
And all our rest and pleasure find 

In learning. Lord, of thee. 

Whom, having not seen, ye love."^ 


1 To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now. 

Our weary souls repair, 
To dwell upon thy dying love, 
And taste its sweetness there. 

2 Sweet resting-place of every heart 

That feels the plague of sin. 
Yet knows the deep, mysterious joy 
Of peace with God within. 

3 Dear suffering Lamb! thy bleeding 

With cords of love divine. 
Have drawn our willing hearts to thee, 
And linked our life with thine, 

4 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours : 

Dear Lord ! we wait to see 
Creation, all below, above, 
Redeemed and blest by thee. 

5 Our longing eyes would fain behold 

That bright and blessed brow, 
Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear 
Its crown of glory now. 



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6 Why linger, then ? Come, Saviour, come, 
Responsive to our call ! 
Come, claim thine ancient power, and reign 
The heir and Lord of all. 

^ ^, "/ lay me down to resV 

1 Dread Sovereign ! let my evening song 

Like holy incense rise ; 
Assist the offering of my tongue 
To reach the lofty skies. 

2 Through all the dangers of the day . 

Thy hand was still my guard ; 
And still to drive my wants awaj 
Thy mercy stood prepared. 

3 Perpetual blessings from above 

Encompass me around ; 
But, oh, how few returns of love 
Hath my Redeemer found! 

4 What have I done for him who died 

To save my guilty soul ? 

How are my follies multiplied, 

Fast as the minutes roll ! 

5 Lord ! with this sinful heart of mine, 

To thy dear cross I flee. 
And to thy grace my soul resign, 
To be renewed by thee. 

6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, 

I lay me down to rest. 
As in th' embraces of my God, 
Or on my Saviour's breast. 


" ITifi own self hare our tins* 

And did the Holy and the Just, 
The Sovereign of the skies. 

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust 
That guilty man might rise ? 

Yes : the Redeemer left his throne, 
His radiant throne on high — 

Surprising mercy ! love unknown ! — 
To suffer, bleed, and die. 

3 He took the dying traitor's place, 

And suffered in his stead ; 
For man — oh, miracle of grace ! — 
For man the Saviour bled. 

4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 

In thine atoning blood ! 
By this are sinners saved from hell, 
And rebels brought to God. 

( \)0* •^'"' ^w-ctew* Hymn of Trust in Christ. 

1 Jesus ! our fainting spirits cry. 

When wilt thou show thy face ? 
Oh ! when our longings satisfy. 
And fill us with thy grace ? 

2 We sinners, Lord, with earnest heart, 

With sighs, and prayers, and tears, 
To thee our inmost cares impart, 
Our burdens and our fears. 

3 Thy sovereign grace can give relief. 

Thou Source of peace and light I 
Dispel the gloomy cloud of grief, 
And make our darkness bright. 

4 Around thy Father's throne on high, 

All heaven thy glory sings ; 
And earth, for which thou cam'st to die, 
Loud with thy praises rings. 

5 Dear Lord ! to thee our prayers ascend ; 

Our eyes thy face would see ; 
Oh ! let our weary wanderings end. 
Our spirits rest in thee ! 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore, 
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I 4:t/» The EicUng-place. 

1 Hail, sovereign Love ! that formed the 

To save rebellious, ruined man ; 
Hail ! matchless, free, eternal Grace, 
That gave my soul a hiding-place. 

2 Against the God who rules the sky 
I fought, with hand uplifted high ; 
I madly ran the sinful race, 
Regardless of a hiding-place. 

3 Indignant Justice stood in view , 
To Sinai's burning mount I flew : 
But Justice cried, with frowning face, 
" This mountain is no hiding-place." 

4 Ere long a heavenly voice I heard ; 
A bleeding Saviour then appeared ; 
Led by the Spirit of his grace, 

I found in him a hiding-place. 

5 On him the weight of vengeance fell, 
That else had sunk a world to hell ; 
Then, my soul ! for ever praise 
Thy Saviour God, thy hiding-place ! 

1 I V Q " ^6 shall have dominion also from 
^ ^^U • sea to sea."— Psalm 72. 

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

3 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
The weary find eternal rest. 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

4 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King : 
Angels descend with songs again, . 
And earth repeat the loud Amen ! 

^Q 4:. " ^^« Word was God:'— John 1 : 4. 

1 Ere the blue heavens were stretched 

From everlasting was the Word : 
With God he was ; the Word was God, 
And must divinely be adored. 

2 By his own power were all things made ; 
By him supported, all things stand : 
He is the whole creation's head. 

And angels fly at his command. 

3 But lo ! he leaves those heavenly forms : 
The Word descends and dwells in clay. 
That he may hold converse with worms. 
Dressed in such feeble flesh as they. 

4 Mortals with joy behold his face, 
Th' eternal Father's only Son ; 
How full of truth, how full of grace. 
When thro' his eyes the Godhead shone ! 

6 Archangels leave their high abode 
To learn new mysteries here, and tell 
The love of our descending God, 
The glories of Immanuel. 

4:i < • "Lord, save us; we perish/'''' 

1 The billows swell, the winds are high ; 
Clouds overcast my wintry sky : 

Out of the depths to thee I call ; 

My fears are great, my strength is small. 

2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform. 

And guide and guard me thro' the storm ; 
Defend me from each threatening ill : 
Control the waves ; say, "Peace ! be still." 

3 Amid the roaring of the sea. 

My soul still hangs her hope on thee ; 
Thy constant love, thy faithful care, 
Is all that saves me from despair. 

4 Tho' tempest-tossed and half a wreck, 
My Saviour through the floods I seek : 
Let neither winds nor stormy main 
Force back my shattered bark again. 




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1 That man is blest, who stands in awe 
Of God, and loves his sacred law ; 
His seed on earth shall be renowned, 
And with successive honors crowned. 

2 The soul that 's filled with virtue's light 
Shines brightest in affliction's night ; 
His conscience bears his courage up ; 
He sees in darkness beams of hope. 

3 Beset with threatening dangers round, 
Unmoved shall he maintain his ground ; 
The sweet remembrance of the just 
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. 

X X ^ 1 . 7%e Song of Trivmph. 

1 Soon may the last glad song arise 
Through all the millions of the skies — 
That song of triumph which records 
That all the earth is now the Lord's ! 

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be 
Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! 

And, over land and stream and main, 
Wave thou the scepter of thy reign I 

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, 
Let host to host the triumph tell, 
That not one rebel heart remains. 
But over all the Saviour reigns I 

X X e J O . '"'' Go ye imio alt ike vforld."^ 

1 Ye Christian heralds! go, proclaim 
Salvation through Immanuel's name; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 

2 He '11 shield you with a wall of fire. 
With flaming zeal yoiir breasts inspire, 
Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And hush the tempest into peace. 

3 And when our labors all are o'er. 
Then we shall meet to part no more, — 



Meet with the blood-bought throng, to 

And crown our Jesus — Lord of all I 

X X y • '^^ Asleep in JemtsJ* 

1 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep \ 
From which none ever wake to weep ; 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet ! 
With holy confidence to sing 

That death hath lost its venomed sting ! 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! 
Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 
Which manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me 
May such a blissful refuge be ! 
Securely shall my ashes lie. 

And wait the summons from on high. 

1 QQQ ^'-Here have we no continuing city.^ 
L^LdO* Heb. 18:14. 

1 " We 've no abiding city here :" 
Sad truth, were this to be our home ; 
But let this thought our spirits cheer, 
" We seek a city yet to come." 

2 " We 've no abiding city here ;" 
We seek a city out of sight : 
Zion its name — the Lord is there. 
It shines with everlasting light. 

3 O sweet abode of peace and love. 
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! 
Had I the pinions of the dove, 

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest. 

4 But hush, my soul ! nor dare repine ; 
The time my God appoints is best : 
While here, to do his will be mine, 
And his to fix my time of rest. 





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Q ij ^ , Plead in ff the Promise. 

1 Lord, I approach the mercy-seat, 

Where thou dost answer prayer ; 
There humbly fall before \hy feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea ; 

With this I venture nigh : 
Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 
And such, O Lord, am I. 

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 

By Satan sorely pressed. 
By war without, and fear within, 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place ; 

That, sheltered near thy side, 
I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him thou hast died. 

6 Oh, wondrous love! — to bleed and die, 
To bear the cross and shame, 
That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead thy gracious name. 

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lib4. ''Our days 

1 How short and hasty is our life ! 

How vast our soul's affairs ! 
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive 
To lavish out their years. 

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, 

Without a moment's stay ; 
Just like a story, or a song, 
We pass our lives away. 

3 God from on high invites us home, 

But we march heedless on. 

And, ever hastening to the tomb. 

Stoop downward as we run. 

4 How we deserve the deepest hell, 

Who slight the joys above ! 
What chains of vengeance should we feel. 
Who break such cords of love ! 

5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace, 

And lift our thoughts on high. 
That we may end this mortal race. 
And see salvation nigh. 

J. J. 4 ^, ^^And after death the judgmenf^ 

1 Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to 

rise ; 
Converse a while with death ; 
Think how a gasping mortal lies. 
And pants away his breath ! 

2 But, oh ! the soul, that never dies ! 

At once it leaves the clay ; 
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, 
And track its wondrous way. 

3 Up to the courts where angels dwell 

It mounts, triumphant there ; 
Or plunges guilty down to hell. 
In infinite despair. 

4 And must my body faint and die ? 

And must this soul remove ? 
Oh for some guardian angel nigh. 
To bear it safe above ! 

5 Jesus ! to thy dear, faithful hand 

My naked soul I trust ; 
And my flesh waits for thy command 
To drop into my dust. 

X 1^ U • " Turn, mortal, turn I thy danger hnmo.^ 

1 Beneath our feet, and o'er our head, 
Is equal warning given ; 
Beneath us lie the countless dead, 
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2 Death rides on every passing breeze ; 

He lurks in every flower ; 
Each season has his own disease, 
Its peril every hour ! 

3 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know ; 

Where'er thy foot can tread, 
The earth rings hollow from below. 
And warns thee of her dead ! 

4 Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply 

To truths divinely given ; 
The bones that underneath thee lie 
Shall live for hell or heaven ! 

II, " Increase cur faith.'''' 

1 Frequent the day of God returns 

To shed its quickening beams ; 
And yet, how slow devotion burns ! 
How languid are its flames ! 

2 Accept our faint attempts to love ; 

Our follies, Lord, forgive : 
We would be like thy saints above, 
And praise thee while we live. 

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope. 

And fit us to ascend 
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up. 
And Sabbaths never end ; — 

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air. 

With heavenly luster shine ; 
Before the throne of God appear, 
And feast on love divine. 

5 There shall we join, and never tire. 

To sing immortal lays ; 
And, with the bright, seraphic choir, 
Sound forth Immanuel's praise. 


1 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, 
Forgotten and unknown ! 

WhUher shall Tgo from Thy Spirit f" 
Psalin 139. 

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire. 
In heaven thy glorious throne. 

2 Should I suppress my vital breath, 

T' escape the wrath divine, 
Thy voice would break the bars of death. 
And make the grave resign. 

3 If, winged with beams of morning light, 

I fly beyond the west, 
Thy hand which must support my flight, 
Would soon betray my rest. 

4 If o'er my sins I think to draw 

The curtains of the night. 
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law. 
Would turn the shades to light. 

5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour. 

Are both alike to thee : 
Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power 
From which I can not flee ! 

155. " ThHce HoVy Lord:' 

1 Holy and reverend is the name 

Of our eternal King : 
"Thrice holy Lord !" the angels cry ; 
" Thrice holy !" let us sing. 

2 The deepest reverence of the mind, 

Pay, my soul ! to God ; 
Lift, with thy hands, a holy heart. 
To his sublime abode, 

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name. 

Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; 
A broken heart shall please him more 
Than noblest forms of speech. 

4 Thou holy God ! preserve my soul 

From all pollution free ; 
The pure in heart are thy delight, 
And they thy face shall see. 




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X JL t/ ^ . Xor A"— Rev. 14 : 13. 

1 How blest the righteous when he dies ! 
When sinks a weary soul to rest ! 
How mildly Ibeam the closing eyes ! 
How gently Jieaves th' expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the ^eye of day ; 
So dies a wave alon^ the ishore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns ;arouncl, 

A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
And nought disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul .enjoys. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 
Where lights and shades alternate dwell;; 
How bright th' unchanging morn appears! 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewelfi 

5 Life*s labor done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies. 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
"How blest the righteous when he dies!" 

That they ma/y rest, from their labors:'' 

[Another form of the preceding Hymn,] 


1 Sweet is the scene when Christians die, 
When holy souls retire to rest". 

How mildly beams the closing eye ! 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

• Triumphant smiles the victor's brow. 
Fanned by some guardian angel's wing; 
O Grave! where is thy victory now? 
And where, O Death! where is thy 
sting I 

-1x94:. ''So m giveth his beloved sleep." 

1 Why should we start, and fear to die 1 
What timorous worms we mortals are I 
Death is the gate of endless joy. 
And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife 
Fright our approaching souls away ; 
We still shrink back again to life. 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet, 
My soul should stretch her wings in 

Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed ! 

4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
Feel soft as downy pillows are. 
While on his breast I lean my head. 
And breathe my life out sweetly there ! 

Xiw X U • " ^^ <^*'« wo< lost, but gone before." 

1 Deae is the spot where Christians sleept 
And sweet the strains their spirits pour; 
Oh, why ^bould we in anguish weep ? — 
They ,are not lost, but gone before. 

2 :Seciiire from every mortal care. 
By sin and sorrow vexed no more. 
Eternal happiness they share 
Who are not lost, but gone before. 

3 To Zion's peaceful courts above 
In faith triumphant may we soar. 
Embracing, in the arms of love, 
The friends not lost, but gone before. 

4 To Jordan's bank whene'er we come, 
And hear the swelling waters roar; 
Jesus ! convey us safely home. 

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3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lord, art with me still; 
Thy friendly rod shall give me aid. 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

4 Though in a bare and rugged way. 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy presence shall my pains beguile : 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd; 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

4:jLiW. Jesus wepV^ 

1 When gathering clouds around I view. 
And days are dark, and friends are few, 
On him I lean, who not in vain 
Experienced every human pain : 

He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
To fly the good I would pursue. 

Or do the ill I would not do ; 

Still he who felt temptation's power 

Will guard me in that dangerous hour. 

3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, 
Which covers all that was a friend. 
And from his hand, his voice, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while ; 

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed. 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

4 And, oh ! when I have safely passed 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My painful bed, for thou hast died ; 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away ! 

^ i , The Mornvng and Evening Light. 

1 When, streaming from the eastern skies. 
The morning light salutes mine eyes, 

O Sun of righteousness divine. 
On me with beams of mercy shine ! 
Oh ! chase the clouds of guilt away. 
And turn my darkness into day. 

2 And when to heaven's all glorious King 
My morning sacrifice I bring. 

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame. 
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name ; 
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood. 
And be my Advocate with God* 

3 When each day's scenes and labors close. 
And wearied nature seeks repose. 
With pardoning mercy richly blest. 
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; 
And, as each morning sun shall rise. 
Oh, lead me onward to the skies ! 

4 And at ray life's last setting sun. 
My conflicts o'er, my labors done, 
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed. 
To cheer and bless my dying bed ; 
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise, 
To see thy face, and sing thy praise. 

''IvdUfear no e«iZ."— Psalm 28. 


1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare. 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye : 
My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint. 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant. 
To fertile vales, and dewy meads. 
My weary, wandering steps he leads; 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and ^low, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 




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1 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, 

Gentle as the summer breeze, 
Pleasant as the air of evening, 
When it floats among the trees. 

2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber — 

Peaceful in the grave so low : 
Thou no more wilt join our number ; 
Thou no more our songs shalt know. 

3 Dearest sister ! thou hast left us; 

Here thy loss we deeply feel ; 
But 't is God that hath bereft us, 
He can all our sorrows heal. 

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee. 

When the day of life is fled : 
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, 
Where no farewell tear is shed ! 

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J[ ^ X 0» " ^'"'^ there shall be no more death.** 

1 Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish 

O'er the grave of those you love ; 
Pain and death, and night and anguish 
Enter not the world above. 

2 While our silent steps are straying 

Lonely thro' night's deepening shade, 
Glory's brightest beams are playing 
Round the happy Christian's head. 

3 Light and peace at once deriving. 

From the hand of God most high, 
In his glorious presence living, 
They shall never, never die. 

4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish 

O'er the grave of those you love ; 
Far removed from pain and anguish, 
They are chanting hymns above. 








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1 To-DAY the Saviour calls : 

Ye wanderers, come ! 
Oh, ye benighted souls. 
Why longer roam ? 

2 To-day the Saviour calls : 

Oh, listen now ! 
Within these sacred walls 
To Jesus bow. 

" To-day the So/viotM' calls.'"— Ueh. 8 : 15. 

3 To-day the Saviour calls : 

For refuge fly : 
The storm of justice falls. 
And death is nigh. 

4 The Spirit calls to-day : 

Yield to his power ; 
Oh, grieve him not away ! 
'Tis mercy's hour. 

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7%« 2fame of Names, 

1 Father, tliy Son hath died 

The sinner's death of woe ; 
Stooping in love from heaven to earth. 
Our curse to undergo — 
Our curse to undergo. 
Upon the hateful tree : 
Give glory to thy Son, O Lord ! 
Put honor on that Name of names 
By blessing me ! 

2 Father, thy Son hath poured 

His life-blood on this earth, 
To cleanse away our guilt and stains, 
To give us second birth — 
To give us second birth, 
From sin to set us free : 
Give glory to thy Son, O Lord ! 
Put honor on that Name of names 
By cleansing me ! 

3 Father, thy Son on earth 

No one to own him found : 
He passed among the sons of men 
Rejected and disowned — 
Rejected and disowned. 

That we received might be : 
Give glory to thy Son, O Lord ! 
Put honor on that Name of names 
By owning me ! 

4 Father, thy Son is king : 

Heaven's crown, and earth's is his ! 
For us, for us he bought the crown, 
For us he earned the bliss — 
For us he earned the bliss : 
Amen, so let it be ! 
Give glory to thy Son, O Lord ! 
Put honor on that Name of names 
By crowning me I 


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^\j ^, ^'■now are TJiy servanii Nest, Lord T^ 

1 IIow aro thy servants blest, O Lord ! 

How sure is their defense ! 
Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
Their help, omnipotence. 

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care. 
Through burning climes they pass unhurt. 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3 AVhen by the dreadful tempest borne 

High on the broken wave, 
They know thou art not slow to hear. 
Nor impotent to save. 

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
The sea, that roars at thy command, 
At thy command is still. 

5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 

Thy goodness I '11 adore ; 
I '11 praise thee for thy mercies past, 
And humbly hope for more. 

6 My life, while thou preserv'st that life, 

Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
And death, when death shall be my lot, 
Shall join my soul to thee. 

1 O 1 A " Having a desire to depart and to 
J- ^ J- V • be with Christ.^ 

1 Why do we mourn departing friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms ? 
'T is but the voice that Jesus sends 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward, too. 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor would we wish the hours more slow 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
There hopes unfading bloom. 

4 The graves of all his saints he blessed, 

And softened every bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest. 
But with the dying Head ? 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high. 

And showed our feet the way ; 
Up to the Lord our souls shall fly. 
At the great rising day. 

6 Then let tbe last loud trumpet sound, 

And bid our kindred rise ; 
Awake ! ye nations under ground ; 
Ye saints ! ascend the sMes. 


1 Ye 

" A name tetter than of sons and of 
daughter8.''''^l&aX&h. 66: 4, 5. 

mournmg saints, whose streaming 
Flow o'er your children dead, 
Say not, in transports of despair. 
That all your hopes are fled. 

2 While, cleaving to that darling dust, 

In fond distress ye lie, 
Rise, and with joy and reverence view 
A heavenly Parent nigh ! 

3 Though, your young branches torn away. 

Like withered trunks ye stand ; — 

With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, 

Touched by th' Almighty's hand. 

4 " I '11 give the mourner," saith the Lord, 

" In my own house a place ; 
No names of daughters and of sons 
Could yield so high a grace. 

5 " Transient and vain is every hope 

A rising race can give ; 
In endless honor and delight 
My children all shall live." 





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6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, 
Through which thy face we see ; 
And bless those wounds which through 
our hearts 
Prepare a way for thee. 

J_^ 4 Q, ^'■Behold, I show you a mystery.''^ 

1 Thro* sorrow's night, and danger's path, 

Amid the deepening gloom, 
We, followers of our suffering Lord, 
Are marching to the tomb. 

2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 

And all our powers decay, 
Our cold remains in solitude 
Shall sleep the years away. 

3 Our labors done, securely laid 

In this, our last retreat. 
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust, 
The storms of earth shall beat. 

4 Yet not thus buried, or extinct, 

The vital spark shall lie. 
For, o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise, 
To seek its kindred sky. 

5 These ashes, too, this little dust, 

Our Father's care shall keep. 
Till the last angel rise and break 
Thft long and dreary sleep. 

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 

Shall shed its mildest rays ; 
And the long silent voice awake 
With shouts of endless praise. 

Old Scotch Version of the Twenty-iMrd 


1 The Lord's my shepherd, I '11 not want; 
He makes me down to lie 
In pastures green ; he leadeth me 
The quiet waters by. 


2 My soul he doth restore again ; 

And me to walk doth make 
Within the paths of righteousness, 
Ev'n for his own name's sake. 

3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale. 

Yet will I fear no ill ; 
For thou art with me, and thy rod 
And staff me comfort still. 

4 My table thou hast furnished 

In presence of my foes ; 
My head thou dost with oil anoint, 
And my cup overflows. 

5 Goodness and mercy, all my life, 

Shall surely follow me ; 
And in God's house for evermore 
My dwelling place shall be. 

My Jesus and my God.'' 


1 Dearest of all the names above, 

My Jesus and my God, 
Who can resist thy heavenly love, 
Or trifle with thy blood ? 

2 'T is by the merits of thy death 

Thy Father smiles again ; 
'T is by thine interceding breath 
The Spirit dwells with men. 

3 Till God in human flesh I see, 

My thoughts no comfort find : 
The holy, just, and sacred Three 
Are terror to my mind. 

4 But if Immanuel's face appear. 

My hope, my joy, begin : 
His name forbids my slavish fear ; 
His grace removes my sin. 

5 While Jews on their own law rely. 

And Greeks of wisdom boast, 
I love th' incarnate Mystery, 
And there I fix my trust. 












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1 Can sinners hope for heaven, 

Who love this world so well ? 
Or dream of future liappiness, 
While on the road to hell ? 

2 Shall they hosannas sing, 

With an unhallowed tongue ? 
Shall palms adorn the guilty hand 
Which does its neighbor wrong ? 

3 Can sin's deceitful way 

Conduct to Zion's hill ? 
Or those expect with God to reign 
Who disregard his will ? 

4 Thy grace, O God, alone, 

Good hope can e'er afford ! 
The pardoned and the pure shall see 
The glory of the Lord. 

1 1 A Q ''^o^ *« owr salvation nearer than when 
X±\JU» we believed." 

1 One sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er, 
Nearer my parting hour am I 
Than e'er I was before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house. 

Where many mansions be ; 
Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns, — 
Nearer the crystal sea ; 

3 Nearer my going home, 

Laying my burden down. 
Leaving my cross of heavy grief, 
Wearing my starry crown; 

4 Nearer that hidden stream. 

Winding through shades of night. 
Rolling its cold, dark waves between 
Me and the world of light. 

5 Jesus ! to thee I cHng : 

Strengtlien my arm of faith ; 

Stay near me while my way-worn feet 
Press through the stream of death. 

X X 4 ^,^^ Whoso believeth in Me sJiall never die.** 

1 It is not death to die — 

To leave this weary road, 
And, 'mid the brotherhood on high, 
To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake, in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 
From dungeon chain, — to breathe the air 

Of boundless liberty. 
i It is not death to fling 

Aside this sinful dust. 
And rise, on strong, exulting wing. 

To live among the just. 
5 Jesus, thou Prince of life ! 

Thy chosen can not die ; 
Like thee, they conquer in the strife, 

To reign with thee on high. 


"-4< midnight there was a cry mads.* 

1 Servant of God, well done ! 

Rest from thy loved employ : 
The battle fought, the victory won, 
Enter thy Master's joy. 

2 The voice at midnight came ; 

He started up to hear : 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame; 
He fell, but felt no fear. 

3 At midnight came the cry, 

" To meet thy God prepare !" 
He woke,— and caught his Captain's eye; 
Then, strong in faith and prayer. 




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Through these parched lips of thine no 

Shall pass the moan or sigh. 
Soon shall the trump of God 

Give out the welcome sound, 
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, 

And breaks the turf-sealed ground. 
Ye dwellers in the dust, 

Awake ! come forth and sing ; 
Sharp has your frost of winter been, 

But bright shall be your spring. 
'T was sown in weakness here ; 

'T will then be raised in power : 
That which was ; own an earthly seed, 

Shall rise a he; ivenly flower ! 


The Father and t be Son 

And Spirit we idore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 

4 His spirit with a bound 

Left its encumbering clay : 
-His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 
A darkened ruin lay. 

5 The pains of death are past ; 

Labor and sorrow cease ; 
And life's long warfare closed at last. 
His soul is found in peace. . 

6 Soldier of Christ, well done ! 

Praise be thy new employ ; 
And, while eternal ages run, 
Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 

X ^ 4 X • "-^y flesh also shall rest in hope."" 

1 Rest for the toiling hand. 

Rest for the anxious brow. 
Rest for the weary, way-worn feet. 
Rest from all labor now ; — 

2 Rest for the fevered brain. 

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1 If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender tlioughts within us burn, 
To feel a friend is nigh ; 

2 Oh, shall not warmer accents tell 

The gratitude we owe 
To him who died our fears to quell — 
Our more than orphan's woe ? 

3 While yet in anguish he surveyed 

Those pangs he would not flee, 
What love his latest words displayed : 
"Meet and remember me !" 

4 Remember thee — tl y death, thy shame ! 

Our sinful hearts to share ! 
O memory ! leave i o other name 
But his recorded there. 

JL U 4 • " JS?ueM. the ( '.eath of the cross,'" 

1 How condescendins,' and how kind 

Was God's etern U Son ! 
Our misery reacher his heavenly mind. 
And pity brought him down. 

2 He sank beneath our heavy woes. 

To raise us to his throne ; 
There 's ne'er a gift his hand bestows. 
But cost his heart a groan. 

3 This was compassion like a God — 

That, when the Saviour knew 
The price of pardon was his blood, 
His pity ne'er withdrew. 

4 Now, though he reigns exalted high, 

His love is still as great ; 

Well he remembers Calvary, 

Nor let his saints forget. 

5 Here let our hearts begin to melt, 

While we his death record. 



And, with our joy for pardoned guilt. 
Mourn that we pierced the Lord. 

1 1 (l^ "-4« a flower of the field, so heflouv' 

1 Let others boast how strong they be, 

Nor death nor danger fear ; 

But we confess, O Lord ! to thee. 

What feeble things we are. 

2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand. 

And flourish bright and gay : 
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land. 
And fades the grass away. 

3 Our life contains a thousand springs. 

And dies, if one be gone ; 
Strange that a harp of thousand strings 
Should keep in tune so long ! 

4 But 't is our God supports our frame — 

The God who made us first ; 
Salvation to th' almighty Name 
That reared us from the dust ! 

XX i JL • " -W «« appointed unto men once to dit,^ 

1 If I must die, oh ! let me die 

With hope iti Jesus' blood — 
The blood that saves from sin and guilt, 
And reconciles to God. 

2 If I must die, then let me die 

In peace with all mankind, 
And change these fleeting joys below 
For pleasures all refined. 

3 If I must die — and die I shall — 

Let some kind seraph come. 
And bear me on his friendly wing 
To my celestial home. 

i Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top, 
May I but have a view. 
Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks, 
I '11 boldly venture through. 










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11 Q A " TTAen hlooming youth is snatched 

1 When blooming youth is snatched away 

By death's resistless hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
Which pity must demand. 

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh. 

Oh, may this truth, impressed 
With awful power, "I, too, must die," 
Sink deep in every breast I 

3 Let this vain world engage no more : 

Behold the opening tomb ! 
It bids us seize the present hour : 
To-morrow, death may come. 

4 Oh, let us fly, — to Jesus fly ! 

Whose powerful arm can save ; 
Then shall our hopes ascend on high, 
And triumph o'er the grave. 

5 Great God ! thy sovereign grace impart, 

With cleansing, healing power ; 
This only can prepare the heart 
For death's surprising hour. 


1 How still and peaceful is the grave ! 

Where, life's vain tumults past, 
Th' appointed house, by heaven's decree, 
Receives us all at last 

2 The wicked there from troubling cease ; 

Their passions rage no more ; 
And there the weary pilgrim rests 
From all the toils he bore. 

3 There rest the prisoners now released 

From slavery's sad abode ; 
No more they hear th' oppressor's voice. 
Or dread the tyrant's rod. 

4 There servants, masters, small and great. 

Partake the same repose ; 

" There the weary he at rest."" 
Job 3: 17—20. 

And there, in peace, the ashes mix 
Of those who once were foes. 
5 All, leveled by the hand of death, 
Lie sleeping in the tomb. 

Till God in judgment calls them forth 
To meet tl leir final doom. 

1 Life is a spar — a fleeting hour : 

How soon the vapor flies ! 
Man is a tend ;r, transient flower, 
That ev'n ii blooming — dies. 

2 The once lovec form, now cold and dead, 

Each moarr %1 thought employs ; 
And nature weeps her comforts fled, 
And withered all her joys. 

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 

When what we now deplore 

Shall rise in full, immortal prime. 

And bloom to fade no more. 

4 Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears ! 

Religion points on high ; 
There everlasting spring appears. 
And joys that can not die. 

"1 1 O " And their works do follow them.^^ 
±^J±^» Kev. 14: 13. 

1 Hear what the voice from heaven pro- 

For all the pious dead ; 
Sweet is the savor of their names, 
And soft their sleeping bed. 

2 They die in Jesus, and are blest; 

How kind their slumbers are ! 
From suff'erings and from sin released, 
And freed from every snare. 

3 Far from this world of toil and strife. 

They 're present with the Lord : 
The labors of their mortal life 
End in a large reward. 






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4: 4 X • Salvation sougJit from the Trinity. 

1 Father of heaven ! whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 

To us thy pardoning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son ! incarnate Word ! ' 
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit ! by w hose breath 
The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
To us thy quickening power extend. 

4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son ! 
Mysterious Godhead.' Three in One! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend : 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend ! 

O • " Co^^ io J!fe."— Matt. 11 : 28-30. 

1 With tearful eyes I look around ; 
Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
Yet, 'mid the gloom, I hear a sound, 
A heavenly whisper, " Come to me." 

2 It tells me of a place of rest ; 

It tells me where my soul may flee : 
Oh, to the weary, faint, oppressed. 
How sweet the bidding, " Come to me ! " 

3 " Come, for all else must fail and die ; 
Earth is no resting-place for thee ; 

To heaven direct thy weeping eye, 
I am thy portion ; come to me." 

4 voice of mercy ! voice of love ! 
In conflict, grief, and agony, 
Support me, cheer me from above ! 
And gently whisper, " Come to me." 

000. " God calling yet"" 

I God callina: yet!— shall I not hear? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? 

Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
And still my soul in slumbers lie ? 

2 God calling yet ! — shall I not rise ? 
Can I his loving voice despise, 
And basely his kind care repay ? 
He calls me still : can I delay ? 

3 God calling yet! — and shall he knock, 
And I my heart the closer lock ? 

He still is waiting to receive, 
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 

4 God calling yet ! — and shall I give 
No heed, but still in bondage live ? 
I wait, but he does not forsake ; 

He calls me still ! — my heart, awake ! 

5 God calling yet ! — I can rot stay ; 
My heart I yield without delay : 

Vain world, farewell ! from thee I part ; 
The voice of God hath reached my heart I 

4 X O • " ^* **** **"* your own.^'^—l Cor. 6 : 19. 

1 Oh, not my own these verdant hills 
And fruits and flowers and stream and 

But his who all with glory fills. 
Who bought me with his precious 


2 Oh, not my own this wondrous frame, 
Its curious work, its living soul ; 

But his who for my ransom came : 
Slain for my sake, he claims the whole. 

3 Oh, not my own the grace that keeps 
My feet from fierce temptations free ; 
Oh, not my own the thought that leaps, 
Adoring, blessed Lord, to thee ! 

4 " Oh, not my own !'* I '11 soar and sing. 
When life, with all its toils, is o'er. 
And thou thy trembling lamb shalt bring 
Safe home, to wander never more. 



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5" Praise waiteih for Tliee, O God, in 
• Zion,."— Psalm 65. 

1 For tlicc, O God, our constant praise . 
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat ; 

Our promised altars there we '11 raise, 
And all our zealous vows complete. 

2 O thou, who to our humble prayer 
Didst always bend thy listening ear, 
To thee shall all mankind repair, 
And at thy gracious throne appear. 

3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain 
To stop thy flowing mercy try ; 

For grace shall cleanse the guilty stain. 
And wash away the crimson dye. 

4 How blest the man, who, near thee 

Within thy heavenly dwelling lives ! 
While we, at humbler distance, taste 
The vast delights thy temple gives, 

I Q J_ , TrtiM in Christ, at the Hour of Death. 

1 Jesus, in whom but thee above 
Can I repose my trust, my love ? 
And shall an earthly object be 
Loved in comparison with thee? 

2 How soon, O Lord, will life decay ! 
How soon this world will pass away ! 
Ah ! what can mortal friends avail. 
When heart and strength and life shall 


3 Oh, then, bo thou, my Saviour, nigh, 
And I will triumph while I die ; 

My strength, my portion, is divine, 
And Jesus is for ever mine I 

■ In whom ice have boldness.^ 


1 Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands, 

A great High Priest our nature wears, — 
The Guardian of mankind appears. 

2 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye ; 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame. 

3 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains 
A fellow-feeling of our pains ; 
And still remembers, in the skies, 
His tears, his agonies, and cries. 

4 In every pang that rends the heart 
The Man of sorrows had a part ; 
He sympathizes in our grief. 

And to the sufferer sends relief. 

5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known ; 
And ask the aid of heavenly power, 
To help us in the evil hour. 

1 O. " ^« ^"*« /'"' <'"' Christ:'— G&l. 8 : 27. 

1 Jesus ! thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
'Mid flaming worlds, in these arrayed, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 When from the dust of earth I rise 
To claim my mansion in the skies ; 
Ev'n then shall this be all my plea : 
" Jesus hath lived and died for me," 

3 This spotless robe the same appears, 
When ruined nature sinks in years ; 
No age can change its glorious hue, — 
The robe of Christ is ever new. 

4 Oh, let the dead now hear thy voice 
Now bid thy banished ones rejoice; 
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He will forgive your numerous faults 
Through a Redeemer's blood. 

y O y , " Lord, remember wc."— Luke 28 : 42. 

1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, 

I- lift my soul to thee ; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 

Lord, remember me ! 

2 When on my aching, burdened heart, 

My sins lie heavily, 
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart ; 
Then, Lord, remember me ! 

3 When trials sore obstruct my way, 

And ills I can not flee, 
Oh, let my strength be as my day- 
Dear Lord, remember me ! 

4 When in the solemn hour of death 

1 wait thy just decree ; 

Be this the prayer of my last breath : 
Now, Lord, remember me ! 

5 And when before thy throne I stand, 

And lift my soul to thee. 
Then with the saints at thy right hand, 
O Lord, remember me ! 

U U • Conviction by the ioto.— Rom. 7 : 9. 

1 Lord, how secure my conscience was, 

And felt no inward dread ! 
I was alive without the law, 

And thought my sins were dead. 

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright ; 

But since the precept came 
With such convincing power and light, 
I find how vile I am. 

3 My g:uilt appeared but small before, 

Till I with terror saw 
How perfect, holy, just, and pure 
Is thine eternal law. 

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load ; 

My sins revived again : 
I had provoked a dreadful God, 
And all my hopes were slain. 

5 My God ! I cry with every breath. 

For some kind power to save ; 
Oh, break the yoke of sin and death, 
And thus redeem the slave. 

"ffe will abundanth/ pardon^ 
Isaiah 65: 7, 8. 


1 Sinners, the voice of God regard ; 

His mercy speaks to-day : 
He calls you, by his sovereign word, 
From sin's destructive way. 

2 Why will you in the crooked ways 

Of sin and folly go ? 
In pain you travel all your days, 
To reap eternal woe! 

3 But he that turns to God shall live, 

Through his abounding grace ; 
His mercy will the guilt forgive 
Of those who seek his face. 

4 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; 

He pardons like a God : 

" Unto the Lord did L make my suppli- 
cation.'''' — Psalm 142. 


1 To God I made my sorrows known ; 

From God I sought relief; 
In long complaints before his throne 
I poured out all my grief. 

2 On every side I cast mine eye. 

And found my helpers gone ; 
While friends and strangers passed me by, 
Neglected or unknown. 

3 Then did I raise a louder cry. 

And called thy mercy near : 
" Thou art my Portion when I die,— 
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4 Lord ! I am brought exceeding low ; 
Now let thine ear attend, 
And make my foes, who vex me, know 
I 've an almighty Friend. 





"5e not dismayed, for I am thy God.'" 

1 Thou must go forth alone, my soul ! 

Thou must go forth alone, 
To other scenes, to other worlds, 
That mortal hath not known. 

2 Thou must go forth alone, my soul. 

To tread the narrow vale ; 
But he, whose word is sure, hath said 
His mercy shall not fail. 

3 Thou must go forth alone, my soul. 

To meet thy God above : 
But shrink not — he has said, my soul. 
He is a God of love ! 

4 His rod and staff shall comfort thee 

Across the dreary road. 
Till thou shalt join the blessed ones 
In heaven's serene abode. 

_|^ JL I 4:« " ■'^ must die alone.'''' 

1 That solemn hour will come for me. 

When, though their charms I own. 
All human ties resigned must be ; 
For I must die alone. 

2 All earthly pleasures will be o'er, 

All earthly labors done. 
And I shall tread tli' eternal shore, 
And I must die alone. 

3 But, oh, I will not view with dread 

That shadowy vail unknown : 
I see a light within it shed ; 
I shall not die alone ! 

4 One will be with me there, whose voice 

I long have loved and known ; 

To die is now my wish, my choice 
I shall not die alone ! 

' Forsake me not when my strength 


1 AVhen bending o'er the brink of life 

My trembling soul shall stand. 

Waiting to pass death's awful flood, 

Great God ! at thy command ; 

2 O thou great Source of joy supreme ! 

Whose arm alone can save. 
Dispel the darkness that surrounds 
The entrance to the grave. 

3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand 

. Beneath my sinking head. 
And, with a ray of love divine, 
Illume my dying bed. 

X JL y I • " ^^ Christ shall all he made alive.''* 

1 When downward to the darksome tomb 

I thoughtful turn ray eyes, 
Frail nature trembles at the gloom, 
And anxious fears arise. 

2 Why shrinks my soul ? — in death's em- 

Once Jesus captive slept ; 
And angels, hovering o'er the place, 
His lowly pillow kept. 

3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, 

And, as the Saviour rose. 
The grave again shall yield her trust, 
And end my deep repose. 

4 My Lord, before to glory gone, 

Shall bid me come away; 
And calm and bright shall break the dawn 
Of heaven's eternal day. 

5 Then let my faith each fear dispel, 

And gild with light the grave ; 
To him my loftiest praises swell, 
Who died from death to save. 


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1 I CAN not always trace the way 

Where thou, almighty One, dost move; 
But I can always, always say 
That God is love. 

2 When fear her chilling mantle flings 

O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, 
As to her native home, upsprings ; 
For God is love. 

3 When myst'ry clouds my darkened path, 

I '11 check my dread, my doubts re- 
prove ; 
In this my soul sweet comfort hath, 
That God is love, 

4 Oh may this truth my heart employ, 

Bid every gloomy thought remove, 
And turn all tears, all woes to joy, — 
Thou, God, art Love. 

" Tliy will he tZone."— Matt. 6 : 10. 


1 My God, my Father, while I stray 
Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
Oh, teach me from my heart to say, 

" Thy will be done !" 

2 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
For friends beloved no longer nigh ; 
Submissive still would I reply, 

" Thy will be done !" 

3 If thou shouldst call me to resign 
What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine ; 
I only yield thee what was thine : 

" Thy will be done !" 

4 If but my fainting heart be blest 
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest. 

My God, to thee I leave the rest : 
" Thy will be done !" 

5 Renew my will from day to day ; 
Blend it with thine, and take away 
Whate'er now makes it hard to say, 

" Thy will be done !" 

6 Then when on earth I breathe no more^ 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
I '11 sing upon a happier shore : 

" Thy will be done I" 

X X y O • " '^^^ *« « calm for those who weep.^ 

1 There is a calm for those who weep, 

A rest for weary pilgrims found ; 
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep. 
Low in the ground. 

2 The storm that racks the wint'ry sky, 

No more disturbs their deep repose 
Than summer evening's latest sigh. 
That shuts the rose. 

3 I long to lay this painful head 

And aching heart beneath the soil ; 
To slumber, in that dreamless bed, 
From all my toil. 

4 The soul, of origin divine, 

God's glorious image, freed from clay, 
In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, 
A star of day. 

5 The sun is but a spark of fire, 

A transient meteor in the sky ; 
The sou], immortal as its Sire, 
Shall never die. 

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1 Our Father in heaven, We hallow thy name! 
May thy kingdom holy On earth be the same ! 
Oh, give to us daily Our portion of bread : 

It is from thy bounty That all must be fed. 

2 Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know 
That humble compassion Which pardons each foe ; 
Keep us from temptation, From evil and sin, 

And thine be the glory For ever ! Amen ! 

Q^^, ^* Acquaint now thyself with BimJ"— Job 22:21. 

1 Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God, 
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road ; 
And peace, like the dew-drop, shall fall on thy head ; 
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 

2 Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God, 
And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad; 
Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path ; 
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. 

XJL|0«* "^ would not live ahmy.^— Job T : 1(J. 

1 I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o^er the way ; 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 

Are enough for lifers woes, full enough for its cheer. 

2 I would not live alway : no, welcome the tomb I 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; 
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 

To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 

8 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 

4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; 
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ! 
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5 Thus would I live till nature fail, 
And all my former sins forsake ; 
Then rise to God within the vail, 
And of eternal joys partake. 


A Q ^'■Return unto thy rest, O my soul /" 
Ld\JO* Psalm 116. 

1 Return, my soul, and sweetly rest 
On thy almighty Father's breast ; 
The bounties of his grace adore. 
And count his wondrous mercies o'er. 

2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath, 
And snatched my fainting soul from death; 
Removed my sorrows, dried my tears, 
And saved me from surrounding snares. 

3 What shall I render to the Lord ? 
Or how his wondrous grace record ? 
To him my grateful voice I 'II raise. 
With just thanksgiving to his praise. 

4 O Zion ! in thy sacred courts. 
Where glory dwells, and joy resorts, 
To notes divine I '11 tune the song, 
And praise shall flow from every tongue. 

7 O O • ^^ hidden Ufe. 

1 Oh that I could for ever dwell, 
Delighted at the Saviour's feet ; 
Behold the form I love so well, 
And all his tender words repeat! 

2 The world shut out from all my soul, 
And heaven brought in with all its bliss. 
Oh ! is there aught, from pole to pole, 
One moment to compare with this ? 

3 This is the hidden life I prize— 
A life of penitential love ; 
When most my follies I despise. 

And raise my highest thoughts above ; 

4 When all I am I clearly see. 

And freely own with deepest shame ; 
When the Redeemer's love to me 
Kindles within a deathless flame. 

Why shmild we weep for those who die T' 


1 Why should we weep for those who die. 
Those blessed ones who weep no more ? 
Jesus hath called them to the sky, 
And gladly have they gone before. 

2 A few short days they lingered here, 
Th' appointed span of trial knew ; 
Dropped— early dropped the parting tear, 
And early now have parted, too. 

3 Up, up, in swift ascent, they rise, 
Star after star of living light ! 

W^hy should we mourn that midnight skies 
Become with added glories bright ? 

4 Far in the distant heavens they shine, 
But still with borrowed luster glow : 
Saviour, the beams are only thine, 
Of saints above, or saints below. 

5 For them no bitter tear we shed* — 
Their night of pain and grief is o'er, — 
But weep our lonely path to tread. 
And see the forms we loved, no more. 

One in our hope of rest above.^ 

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1 Still one in life and one in death, 
One in our hope of rest above ; 
One in our joy, our trust, our faith, 
One in each other's faithful love. 

2 Yet must we part, and, parting, weep; 
What else has earth for us in store ? 
Our farewell pangs, how sharp and deep! 
Our farewell words, how sad and sore ! 



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To sing the song of festal joy, 
Where none shall bid our gladness cease, 
And none our fellowship destroy. 

4 Where none shall beckon us away. 
Nor bid our festival be done ; 
Oui: meeting-time th' eternal day, 
Our meeting-place th' eternal throne. 

5 There, hand in hand, firm-linked at last. 
And, heart to heart, enfolded all. 

We Ml smile upon the troubled past, 
And wonder why we wept at all. 


2 I see its domes resplendent glow. 
Where beams of God's own glory fall ; 
And trees of life immortal grow. 
Whose fruits o'erhang the sapphire wall. 

3 I know that thou, who on the tree 
Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear. 
Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee, 
And waitest to receive me there ! 

4 Thy love will there array my soul 
In thine own robe of spotless hue ; 
And I shall gaze, while ages roll. 
On thee, with raptures ever new ! 

5 Oh, welcome day ! when thou my feet 
Shalt bring the shining threshold o'er ; 
A Father's warm embrace to meet. 
And dwell at home for evermore ! 

X U "n: JL • " Jesus, thine own MessiaJi, reigns. 

1 Why, on the bending willows hunsr, 
Israel ! still sleeps thy tuneful string ? — 
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, 
And Zion's song denies to sing ? 

2 Awake ! thy sweetest raptures raise ; 
Let harp and voice unite their strains : 
Thy promised King his scepter sways : 
Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns ! 

3 No taunting foes the song require ; 
No strangers mock thy captive chain ; 
But friends provoke the silent lyre, 
And brethren ask the lioly stram. 

4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, 
If other lands thv triumph share : 
A heavenly city claims thy song; 
A brighter Salem rises there. 

5 By foreign streams no longer roam ; 
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood : 
In every clime behold a home, 

In every temple see thy God. 

" / love the Lord who died for me.''' 
1 John 4 : 19. 


1 I LOVE the Lord who died for me ; 
I love his grace divine and free ; 

I love his word, for there I read 
That he loved me, and for me bled. 

2 I love to hear that he was slain ; 
I love his every grief and pain ; 
I love to think on him by faith, 
And muse upon his cruel death. 

3 I love his people and their ways ; 

I love with them to pray and praise 
I love the Father and the Son ; 
I love the Spirit he sent down. 

4 I love to think the time will come 
When I shall be with him at home,- 
When I shall love as he loves me. 
And praise him through eternity. 

" In my Father")* house are many man- 
sions."" — John 14 : 2. 


1 Thy Father's house! — thine own bright 
home ! 
And thou hast there a place for me ! 
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Poured from his dying veins. 
There shall his sacred Spirit dwell. 

And deep engrave his law ; 
And every motion of our souls 

To swift obedience draw. 
Thus will he pour- salvation down. 

And we shall render praise, — 
We, the dear people of his love, 

And he, our God of grace. 

1) • WTiat is Prayer t 

1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpressed ; 
The motion of a hidden fire 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye. 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try ; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 

Returning from his ways ; 
While angels in their songs rejoice. 
And cry, " Behold, he prays !" 

5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air. 
His watchword at the gates of death : 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

6 O thou, by whom we come to God, 

The Life, the Truth, the Way! 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord ! teach us how to pray. 


"Where/ore do ye spend money for 
that which is not bread f" 

In vain we lavish out our lives 

To gather empty wind ; 
The choicest blessings earth can yield 

Will starve a hungry mind. 

But God can every want supply, 
And fill our hearts with peace : 

He gives by covenant, and by oath, 
The riches of his grace. 

Come, and he '11 cleanse our spotted souls, 
And wash away our stains 

"2)o it heartily as to the Lord, and 
not imto men.'''' 


1 Not only when ascends the song. 

And soundeth sweet the word, — 
Not only 'mid the Sabbath throng, 
Our souls would seek the Lord; 

2 For, while we every yoke would break, 

And every captive free. 
And every sluggish soul awake, — 
Lord, we are seeking thee ! 

3 Oh, mean may seem the work we do, 

And vile the name we earn; 
But thou, O Lord, dost search us through, 
Our loyal hearts discern. 

4 We lose, we lack, that men may gain. 

We suffer, and we smile : 
But why this joy amid the pain ? 
We seek our Lord the while ! 

5 Oh, every where, oh, every day, 

Thy grace is still outpoured ; 
We work, we wait, we smile, we pray— - 
Behold, we seek thee. Lord ! 

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1 Ye golden lamps of heaven ! farewell, 

With all your feeble light ; 
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon. 

Pale empress of the night ! 


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2 And thou refulgent orb of day, 

In brighter flames arrayed, • 
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere. 
No more demands thine aid. 

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust 

Of my divine abode ; 
The pavement of those heavenly courts. 
Where I shall reign with God. 

4 The Father of eternal light 

Shall there his beams display ; • 
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix 
With that unvaried day. 

5 No more the drops of piercing grief 

Shall swell into my eyes ; 
Nor the meridian sun decline 
Amid those brighter skies. 

6 There all the millions of his saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each the bliss of all shall view, 
With infi.nite delight. 

1199. " ^« /«" adee^r 

1 Behold the western evening light ! 

It melts in evening gloom : 
So calmly Christians sink away, 
Descending to the tomb. 

2 The winds breathe low, the withering leaf 

Scarce whispers from the tree : 
So gently flows the parting breath, 
When good men cease to be. 

3 How beautiful on all the hills 

The crimson light is shed ! 
'T is like the peace the Christian gives 
To mourners round his bed. 

4 How mildly on the wandering cloud 

The sunset beam is cast ! 
'T is like the memory left behind. 
When loved ones breathe their last. 

5 And now above the dews of night 

The rising star appears ; 
So faith springs in the heart of those 
Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 

6 But soon the morning's happier light 

Its glory shall restore. 
And eyelids that are sealed in death 
Shall wake to close no more. 

CoAight up together with tliem in the 


1 Hope of our hearts ! O Lord, appear, 

Thou glorious Star of day ! 
Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, 
With all our tears, away. 

2 Strangers on earth, we wait for thee : 

Oh, leave the Father's throne! 
Come with a shout of victory. Lord, 
And claim us as thine own ! 

3 Oh, bid the bright archangel then 

The trump of God prepare. 
To call thy saints, the quick, the dead, 
To meet thee in the air ! 

4 No resting-place we seek on earth, 

' No loveliness we see ; 
Our eye is on the royal crown 
Prepared for us and thee, 

5 But, oh ! the thought of sharing, Lord, 

Thy glorious throne above. 
What is it to the brighter hope 
Of dwelling in thy love ? 


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"-Hare mercy upon me, O GodP 
Psalm 51, 


1 Turn not thy face away, O Lord ! 

From them that lowly lie, 
Lamenting sore their sinful life 

With tears and bitter cry : 
Thy mercy-gate stands open wide 

To them that mourn their sin ; 
Shut not that gate against us, Lord ! 

But let us enter in. 

2 Thou knowest, Lord, what things be past 

And all the things that be ; 
Thou knowest well what is to come ; 

There 's nothing hid from thee : 
So press we to thy mercy-gate, 

Where mercy doth abound, 
Imploring pardon for our sin 

To heal our deadly wound. 

3 O Lord ! we need not to repleat 

What we do beg and crave ; 
For thou dost know, before we ask, 

The blessing we would have : 
Mercy, O Lord ! we mercy seek; 

This is the height and sum ; 
For mercy. Lord, is all our prayer, 

Oh, let thy mercy come ! 

y Q ^ , " Henew my broken vow.'" 

1 How long the time since Christ began 

To call in vain on me ! 
Deaf to his warning voice, I ran 
Through paths of vanity. 

2 He called me when my thoughtless prime 

Was early ripe to ill ; 
I passed from folly on to crime, 
And yet he called me still. 

3 He called me in the time of dread, 

When death was full in view ; 

I trembled on my feverish bed, 
And rose to sin anew. 

4 Yet could I hear him once again^ 

As I have heard of old, 
Methinks he should not call in vain 
His wanderer to the fold. 

5 O thou, who every thought dost know, 

And answerest every prayer ! 
Try me with sickness, want, or woe, 
But snatch me from despair. 

6 My struggling will by grace control ; 

Renew my broken vow : 
What blessed light breaks on my soul ! 
My God ! I hear thee now. 

"1 A 1 O ^'' According to ffia mercy He saved us.'^ 
XU±iJ. Titus 3: 5—7. 

1 Lord, we confess our numerous faults. 

How great our guilt has been ; 
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, 
And all our lives were sin. 

2 But, O my soul ! for ever praise, 

For ever love his name. 
Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways 
Of folly, sin, and shame. 

3 *T is not by works of righteousness. 

Which our own hands have done ; 
But we are saved by sovereign grace. 
Abounding through his Son. 

4 'T is from the mercy of our God, 

That all our hopes begin ; 
T is by the water, and the blood. 
Our souls are washed from sin. 

5 *T is through the purchase of his death 

Who hung upon the tree. 
The Spirit is sent down to breathe 
On such dry bones as we. 

6 Raised from the dead, we live anew ; 

And, justified by grace, 
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1 A^ A "?^*» <?o *«^ remembrance of Me.'" 
X.\JO\J» Luke 22: 19. 

1 According to thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord! 
I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 

My bread from heaven shall be ; 
Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget ? 

Or there thy conflict see, 
Thine agony and bloody sweat — 
And not remember thee ? 

4 When to the cross I turn my eyes, 

And rest on Calvary, 
O Lamb of God ! my Sacrifice, 
I must remember thee ! 

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me — 
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember thee ! 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 

And mind and memory flee. 
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Jesus, remember me ! 

• I abhor myself, and repent in dust 
and ashes.'''' 


1 Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall 

The wonders of thy grace. 
Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall. 
And hide this wretched face. 

2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ? 

Ah, vile, ungrateful heart ! 
By earth's low cares so oft betrayed 
From Jesus to depart. 

3 But he, for his own mercy's sake, 

My wandering soul restores ; 

He bids the mourning heart partake 

The pardon it implores. 
Oh, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 

The deep, repentant sigh. 
Confirm the kind, forgiving word. 

With pity in thine eye ! 
Then shall the mourner at thy feet 

Rejoice to seek thy face ; 
And, grateful, own how kind, how sweet 

Thy condescending grace ! 


" Oh, that I were as in months past /" 
Job 29 : 2. 

Sweet was the time when first I felt 

The Saviour's pardoning blood 
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, 

And bring me home to God. 
Soon as the morn the light revealed, 

His praises tuned my tongue ; 
And, when the evening shade prevailed, 

His love was all my song. 
In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, 

And saw his glory shine ; 
And when I read his holy word, 

I called each promise mine. 
But now, when evening shade prevails, 

My soul in darkness mourns ; 
And when the morn the light reveals, 

No light to me returns. 
Rise, Saviour ! help me to prevail, 

And make my soul thy care ; 
I know thy mercy can not fail ; 

Let me that mercy share. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore, 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

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Psalm 108. 

1 My soul, repeat his praise, 

Whose mercies are so great ; 
Whose anger is so slow to rise, 
So ready to abate. 

2 God will not always chide ; 

And when his wrath is felt, 
Its strokes are fewer than our crimes, 
And lighter than our guilt. 

3 His power subdues our sins, 

And his forgiving love, 
Far as the east is from the west 
Doth all our guilt remove. 

4 High as the heavens are raised 

Above the ground we tread, 
So far the riches of his grace 
Our highest thoughts exceed. 

T/ie Bible above Mature.— Psalm 19. 


1 Behold, the morning sun 

Begins his glorious way ; 
His beams through all the nations run. 
And life and light convey. 

2 But where the Gospel comes, 

It spreads diviner light ; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs. 
And gives the blind their sight. 

3 Thy laws are just and pure. 

Thy truth without deceit ; 
Thy promises for ever sure. 
And thy rewards are great. 

4 My gracious God, how plain 

Are thy directions given ! 
Oh, may I never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven ! 

' The law of the Lord is perfect,"" 
Psalm 19. 


1 How perfect is thy word, 

And all thy judgments just ; 
For ever sure thy promise. Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

2 I hear thy word with love. 

And I would fain obey ; 
Send thy good Spirit from above, 
To guide me, lest I stray. 

3 Warn me of every sin ; 

Forgive niy secret faults ; 
And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, 
Whose crimes exceed my thoughte. 

4 While, with my heart and tongue, 

I spread thy praise abroad ; 
Accept the worship and the song, 
My Saviour and my God. 

"■So run that ye may obtain.'''' 


1 My soul, it is thy God 

Who calls thee by his grace ; 
Now loose thee from each cumbering load, 
And bend thee to the race. 

2 Make thy salvation sure ; 

All sloth and slumber shun ; 
Nor dare a moment rest secure, 
Till thou the goal hast won. 

3 Thy crown of life hold fast ; 

Thy heart with courage stay ; 
Nor let one trembling glance be cast 
Along the backward way. 

4 Thy path ascends the skies. 

With conquering footsteps bright ; 
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I i^« Luke 15: 7. 

1 Hark ! through the courts of heaven 

Angelic voices sound : 
He that was dead now lives again ; 
He that was lost is found. 

2 . God of unfailing grace, 

Send down thy Spirit now ; 
Oh, raise the lowly soul to hope, 
And make the lofty bow. 

3 In countries far from home, 

On earthly husks who feed. 
Back to their Father's house, O Lord, 
Their wandering footsteps lead. 

4 Then at each soul's return, 

The heavenly harp shall sound : 
He that was dead now lives again ; 
He that was lost is found ! 

1 My God, my Life, my Love, 
To thee, to thee I call ; 
I can not live if thou remove,' 
For thou art all in all. 

*2 To thee, and thee alone. 

The angels owe their bliss : 
They sit around thy gracious throne, 
And dwell where Jesus is. 

3 Not all the harps above 

Can make a heavenly place, 
If God his residence remove, 
Or but conceal his face. 

4 Nor earth, nor all the sky. 

Can one delight afford — 
No, not a drop of real joy — 
Without thy presence. Lord. 

5 Thou art the sea of love, 

Where all my pleasures roll ; 
The circle where my passions move, 
And center of my soul. 

i K)jLi» Saving all in Chri»t.—Fsalm 81. 

1 My spirit on thy care, 

Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair. 
For thou art love divine. 

2 In thee I place my trust ; 

On thee I calmly rest : 
I know thee good, I know thee just, 
And count thy choice the best. 

3 Whate'er events betide, 

Thy will they all perform ; 
Safe in thy breast my head I hide, 
Nor fear the coming storm. 

4 Let good or ill befall. 

It must be good for me, — 
Secure of having thee in all. 
Of having all in thee. 


The Father and the Son, 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

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1 'T IS past — the dark and dreary night, 

And, Lord, we hail thee now, 
Our Morning Star, without a cloud 

Of sadness on thy brow. 
Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave, 

Thy sorrows all are o'er ; 
And oh, sweet thought ! thy eye shall weep, 

Thy heart shall bleed, no more. 

2 Deep were those sorrows, — deeper still 

The love that brought thee low ; 
That bade the streams of life from thee, 

A willing victim, flow. 
The soldier, as he pierced thee, proved 

Man's hatred. Lord, to thee ; 
While in the blood that stained the spear. 

Love, only love, we see. 

3 Drawn from thy pierced and bleeding side 

That pure and cleansing flood 
Speaks peace to every heart that knows 

The virtues of thy blood. 
Yes, 't is not that we know the joy 

Of canceled sin alone. 
But, happier far, thy saints are called, 

To share thy glorious throne. 

4 So closely are we linked in love, 

So wholly one with thee, 
That all thy bliss and glory then 

Our bright reward shall be. 
Yes, when the storm of life is calmed, 

The weary desert passed, 
Our way-worn hearts shall find in thee 

Their full repose at last. 


Memory of Chrisfs Love preciout. 

rohn 15: 13 

1 My blessed Saviour, is thy love 
So great, so full, so free ? 

Behold ! I give my love, my heart, 
My life, my all, to thee. 

2 I love thee for the glorious worth 

In thy great self I see ; 
I love thee for that shameful cross 
Thou hast endured for me. 

3 No man of greater love can boast 

Than for his friend to die ; 
But for thy foes. Lord, thou wast slain; 
What love with thine can vie ! 

4 Though in the very form of God, 

With heavenly glory crowned. 
Thou would'st partake of human flesh 
Beset with troubles round. 

5 Thouwouldst, like wretched man, be made 

In every thing but sin ; 
That we as like thee might become, 
As we unlike have been. 

6 O Lord, I '11 treasure in my soul 

The memory of thy love ; 
And thy dear name shall still to me 
A grateful odor prove. 

Make Thy pleasure mine.''* 


1 O Lord, my best desire fulfill. 

And help me to resign 
Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
And make thy pleasure mine. 

2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 

Whose love forbids my fears ? 
Or tremble at the gracious hand 
That wipes away my tears ? 

3 No : rather let me freely yield 

What most I prize to thee, 
Who never hast a good withheld, 
Or wilt withhold, from me. 




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^ Thy favor, all my journey through, 
Thou art engaged to grant : 
What else I want, or think I do, 
'T is better still to want. 

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way : 

Shall I resist them both ? 
A poor, blind creature of a day. 
And crushed before the moth ! 

6 But ah! my inward spirit cries. 

Still bind me to thy sway ; 
Else the next cloud that vails my skies 
Drives all these thoughts away. 

y ^ J_ , ** i welcome all Thy eovereign will." 

1 My God ! the covenant of thy love 

Abides for ever sure ; 
And in its matchless grace I feel 
My happiness secure. 

2 Since thou, the everlasting God, 

My Father art become, 
Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, 
And heaven my final home, — 

3 I welcome all thy sovereign will. 

For all that will is love; 
And when I know not what thou dost, 
I wait the light above. 

4 Thy covenant in the darkest gloom 

Shall heavenly rays impart. 
And when my eyelids close in death. 
Sustain my fainting heart. 

QQA " ^^ Zor<2 ga^e, and the Lord h^xth 
U^m» taken away.'"— Job 1: 21. 

1 It is the Lord, — enthroned in light, 
Whose claims are all divine, 

Who hath an undisputed right 
To govern me and mine. 

2 It is the Lord — who gives me all. 

My wealth, my friends, my ease ; 
And of his bounties may recall 
Whatever part he please. 

3 It is the Lord, my covenant God, — 

Thrice blessed be his name, — 
Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood. 
Must ever be the same. 

4 Can I, with hopes so firmly built. 

Be sullen, or repine ? 
No : gracious God ! take what thou wilt : 
To thee I all resign. 

The hidden lAfe of the Christian. 


1 Oh, happy soul, that lives on high, 

While men lie groveling here ! 
His hopes are fixed above the sky, 
And faith forbids his fear. 

2 His conscience knows no secret stings, 

While peace and joy combine 
To form a life, whose holy springs 
Are hidden and divine. 

3 He waits in secret on his God ; 

His God in secret sees : 
Let earth be all in arms abroad ; 
He dwells in heavenly peace. 

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen. 

Beyond this world of time. 
Where neither eyes nor ears have been, 
Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 

6 He wants no pomp nor royal throne 
To raise his honor here : 
Content and pleased to live unknown, 
Till Christ his life appear. 

BONN. S. M. 








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Q Q JL • "I>i^ci'W U8, and we toill run after Thee.'''' 

1 Along my earthly way, 

How many clouds are spread ! 
Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, 
Seems gathering o'er my head. 

2 Yet, Father, thou art Love ; 

Oh, hide not from my view ! 
But when I look, in prayer, above, 
Appear in mercy through ! 

8 My pathway is not hid ; 

Thou kno west all my need; 

And I would do as Israel did, — 

Follow where thou wilt lead. 

4 Lead me, and then my feet 
Shall never, never stray ; 
But safely I shall reach the seat 
Of happiness and day. 

6 And, oh ! from that bright throne 
I shall look back, and see, — 
The path I went, and that alone 
Was the right path for me. 

*Let this mdnd he in you, which teas also 
in Christ Jesus.'''' 


1 Oh, arm me with the mind, 

Saviour, that was in thee ! 
And let my fervid zeal be joined 
With perfect charity. 

2 Control my every thought ; 

And all my sin remove ; 
Let all my works in thee be wrought ; 
Let all be wrought in love. 

3 Lord, do not let me trust 

In any arm but thine ! 
Hnmble, oh ! humble to the dust 
This stubborn soul of mine. 

4 Help me to love like thee, 

In all thy footsteps tread : 
Thou hatest all iniquity. 

But nothing thou hast made. 

5 Oh, may I learn the art 

With meekness to reprove ; 
To hate the sin with all my heart, 
But still the sinner love I 

Call to Renewal of Covenant. 


1 Come, ye that fear the Lord, 

And love him while ye fear -, 
Come, and with heart and hand record 
Your vow and covenant here. 

2 Here to his altar brought, 

Your holy vows renew. 
To be, in word, and deed, and thought, 
Faithful to him and true. 

3 And true and faithful he 

To you will ever prove. 
Though hills were swept into the sea, 
And mountains should remove. 

4 Then be his law our choice. 

The joy of young and old. 
As sheep that hear their shepherd's voice, 
And follow to the fold. 

5 So shall his staff and rod 

Conduct us and defend : 
God is a covenant-keeping God, 
And loves unto the end. 

I U» Doing all things to God's Glory, 

1 Teach me, my God and King, 

In all things thee to see ; 
And what I do in any thing, 
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2 To scorn the senses* sway, 

While still to thee I tend ; 
In all I do, be thou the way, 
In all, be thou the end. 

3 All may of thee partake; 

Nothing so small can be 
But draws, when acted for thy sake, 
Greatness and worth from thee. 

4 If done beneath thy laws, 

Ev'n servile labors shine ; 
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause; 
The meanest work, divine. 


" Good tidings of great j<yyy 


1 Saviour ! what gracious words 
Are ever, ever thine ! 
Thy voice is music to the soul, 
And life and peace divine. 

2 Good, everlasting good — 

Glad tidings, full of joy, 
Flow from thy lips, the lips of truth, 
And flow without alloy. 

3 The broken heart, the poor. 

The bruised, the deafj the blind. 
The dumb, the dead, the captive wretch, 
In thee compassion find. 

4 Lord Jesus ! speed the day — 

The promised day of grace — 
To all the poor, the dumb, the deaf, 
The dead of Adam's race. 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 




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1 Q ^ " Who hath known the mind of the Lord f" 
1 lI . Job 11 : 7, 8. 

1 What finite power, with ceaseless toil, 

Can fathom the eternal Mind ? 
Or who th' almighty Three in One, 
By searching, to perfection find ? 

2 Angels and men in vain may raise, 

Harmonious, their adoring songs : 
The laboring thought sinks down op- 
And praises die upon their tongues. 

3 Yet would I lift my trembling voice, 

A portion of his ways to sing ; 
And, mingling with his meanest works, 
My humble, grateful tribute bring. 

The Mystery of Providence. 


1 Lord, how mysterious are thy ways ! 
How blind are we ! how mean our praise ! 
Thy steps can mortal eyes explore ? 

'T is ours to wonder and adore. 

2 Thy deep decrees from our dim sight 
Are hid in shades of awful night; 
Amid the lines, with curious eye, 
Not angel minds presume to pry. 

3 Great God ! I would not ask to see 
What in my coming life shall be ; 
Enough for me if love divine. 

At length, thro' every cloud shall shine. 

4 Are darkness and distress my share ? 
Then let me trust thy guardian care; 
If light and bliss attend my days. 
Then let my future hours be praise. 

5 Yet this my soul desires to know, 
Be this my only wish below. 

That Christ be mine ; — this great request 
Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest ! 

54:0. ^'^^ Thing needful. 

1 Why will ye waste on trifling cares 
That life which God's compassion spares ? 
While, in the various range of thought. 
The one thing needful is forgot. 

2 Shall God invite you from above ? 
Shall Jesus urge his dying love ? 

Shall troubled conscience give you pain ?. 
And all these pleas unite in vain ? 

3 Not so your eyes will always view 
Those objects which you now pursue : 
Not so will heaven and hell appear. 
When death's decisive hour is near. 

4 Almighty God ! thy grace impart ; 
Fix deep conviction on each heart ; 
Nor let us waste on trifling cares 
That life which thy compassion spares. 

^ 1 Q ^'^ Hiding of God'^s Countenance. 
\J±V» Psalm 18. 

1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain. 
Like one who seeks his God in vain ? 
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, 
And still despair of thy return ? 

2 Hear, Lord ! and grant me quick relief, 
Before my death conclude my grief: 
If thou withhold thy heavenly light, 

I sleep in everlasting night. 

3 How will the powers of darkness boast, 
If but one praying soul be lost ! 

But I have trusted in thy grace. 
And shall again behold thy face. 

4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, 
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest : 
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise 
My cheerful voice to songs of praise. 



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1/1/1 GocTa Eternity, and MaiCs Mortality . 
XTCT:. Psalm 90. 

1 Through every age, eternal God, 
Thou art our rest, our safe abode : 
High was thy throne ere heaven was 

Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 

2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, 
Or dust was fashioned into man ; 

And long thy kingdom shall endure. 
When earth and time shall be no more. 

3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 
Made up of guilt and vanity : 

Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just — 
" Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 

4 Death, like an overflowing stream. 
Sweeps us away : our life *s a dream — . 
An empty tale — a morning flower. 
Cut down and withered in an hour ! 

6 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man ; 
And kindly lengthen out our span, 
Till, by thy grace, we all may be 
Prepared to die, and dwell with thee. 

Hopt through the Sorrows of Christ. 
Psalm 69. 


1 Deep in our hearts let us record 
The deeper sorrows of our Lord ; 
Behold the rising billows roll, 
To overwhelm his holy soul ! 

2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love 
Have made the curse a blessing prove : 
Those dreadful sufl'erings of thy Son 
Atoned for crimes which we had done. 

3 Oh, for his sake, our guilt forgive. 
And let the mourning sinner live ! 
The Lord will hear us in his name. 
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. 


^ Q Q " Cast m4 not away from Thy presence.'" 
OVO, Psalm 51. 

1 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies ! 
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes ; 
Nor let th' offenses of my hand 
Within thy book recorded stand. 

2 Give me a will to thine subdued, — 
A conscience pure, a soul renewed ; 
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, 
An outcast from thy presence roam. 

3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart 

Once more its quickening aid impart ; 
My mind from every fear release. 
And soothe my troubled thoughts to 

"I 1 /^O ^^ Lord, make me to know the meaturs 
-*--*- wXrf. of my day*."— Psalm 39. 

1 Almighty Maker of my frame. 

Teach me the measure of my days ; 
Teach me to know how frail I am. 
And spend the remnant to thy praise. 

2 My days are shorter than a span, 

A little point my life appears ; 
How frail at best is dying man ! 

How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 

3 Oh, spare me, and my strength restore. 

Ere my few hasty minutes flee ! 
And when my days on earth are o'er. 
Let me for ever dwell with thee. 

4 Oh, be that noble portion mine ! 

My God, I bow before thy throne ; 
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign. 
And fix my hopes on thee alone. 


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! 
Praise him, all creatures here below ! 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 








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Q Q O "7b heaven I lift my waiting «ye«." 
AdO^* Psalm 121. 

1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes : 

There all my hopes are laid ; 
The Lord that built the earth and skies 
Is my perpetual aid. 

2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall 

Whom he designs to keep ; 
His ear attends the softest call, 
His eyes can never sleep. 

3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure; 

Thy keeper is the Lord : 
His wakeful eyes employ his power 
For thine eternal guard. 

4 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath. 

Where thickest dangers come ; 

Go and return, secure from death, 

Till God commands thee home. 

f) i i m *^ Oh for a lowhj, contrite heart. ''^ 

1 Oh for a heart to praise my God ! 

A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that 's sprinkled with the blood 
So freely shed for me ; — 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 

My dear Redeemer's throne ; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 Oh for a lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true, and clean ; 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From him that dwells within ! 

4 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 

Come quickly from above ; 
Write thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of Love. 

Q Q y , Christ loved Unseen.—! Peter 1 : 8. 

1 Jesus, these eyes have never seen 
That radiant form of thine ! 

The vail of sense hangs dark between 
Thy blessed face and mine ! 

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not. 

Yet art thou oft with me ; 
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
As where I meet with thee. 

3 Like some bright dream that comes un- 

When slumbers o'er me roll. 
Thine image ever fills my thought, 
And charms my ravished soul. 

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 

Must rest in faith alone ; 
I love thee, dearest Lord ! — and will, 
Unseen, but not Unknown. 

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 

And still this throbbing heart, 
The rending vail shall thee reveal, 
All glorious as thou art ! 

Q y O • Loving Obedience to Christ. 

1 I WOULD not wish to dwell on earth, 

Though earth were all my own. 
And mortal men should homage yield 
To me, and me alone. 

2 I would not wish in heaven to dwell, 

And like a seraph shine ; 
Though bliss is there, without a tear. 
And all that bliss were mine. 

3 But I would dwell where most I may 

Fulfill my Saviour's will ; 
My only wish, in life, in death, 
To glorify him still. 

4 While action may his praise reveal, 

My cheerful act I 'd pay ; 
When suffering best may please my Lord, 
By suffering I'd obey. 

6 It is not place — above, below — 

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To live for him who died for man — 
Oh, that is life to me ! 

L 40i^« *^ Elect, precious. "" 

1 Jesus ! I love thy charming name ; 

'T is music to mine ear : 
Fain would I sound it out so loud, 
• That earth and heaven should hear. 

2 All that my loftiest powers can wish, 

In thee doth richly meet; 
Not to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart. 

And sheds its fragrance there — 
The noblest balm of all my wounds, 
The cordial of my care. 

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name 

With my last laboring breath ; 
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms, 
The Conqueror of death. 

I (J I , Li/oing with Christ. 

1 Oh, could I find, from day to day, 

A nearness to my God ! 
Then. should my hours glide sweet away, 
While leaning on his word. 

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live 

Anew from day to day ; 
In joys the world can never give, 
Nor ever take away. 

3 Blest Jesus ! come and rule my heart. 

And make me wholly thine. 
That I may never more depart, 
Nor grieve thy love divine. 

4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath, 

Thy goodness I '11 adore ; 
And when my frame dissolves in death. 
My soul shall love thee more. 

iy fj Ci ^''Lord, Ilelieve; help Thou min^ unbelief.'' 
i i\j. Mark 9: 24. 

1 Lord, I believe ; thy power I .own. 

Thy word I would obey ; 
I wander comfortless and lone. 
When from thy truth I stray. 

2 Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fears 

Sometimes bedim my sight ; 
I look to thee with prayers and tears, 
And cry for strength and light. 

3 Lord, I believe ; but oft, I know. 

My faith is cold and weak ; 
My weakness strengthen, and bestow 
The confidence I seek ! 

4 Yes ! I believe ; and only thou 

Canst give my soul relief: 
Lord ! to thy truth my spirit bow ; 
"Help thou mine unbelief!" 

iU9o. "^ ^^^^ ^'^^y ^««* Thy servant 

1 Oh, not to fill the mouth of fame 

My longing soul is stirred : 

Oh, give me a diviner name ! 

Call me thy servant, Lord ! 

2 No longer would my soul be known 

As uncontrolled and free ; 
Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own ! 
Lord, I belong to thee ! 

3 Thy servant, — me thy servant choose; 

Naught of thy claim abate ! 
The glorious name I would not lose, 
Nor change the sweet estate. 

4 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, 

This is the name for me! 
The same sweet style and title given 
Through all eternity. 



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1^9 "-SfyseZ/' / can. not sa/ve."" 

1 Thou seest my feebleness, 

Jesus, be thou my power, — 
My help and refuge in distress, 
My fortress and my tower. 

2 Give me to trust in thee ; 

Be thou my sure abode : 
My horn, and rock, and buckler be, 
My Saviour and my God. 

3 Myself I can not save. 

Myself 1 can not keep; 
But strength in thee I surely have. 
Whose eyelids never sleep. 

4 My soul to thee alone. 

Now, therefore, I commend : 
Lord Jesus, love me as thine own, 
And love me to the end. 

Oi^U* ^«»* *^ <?o<?.— Gen. 8: 9. 

1 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, 

On restless wing to roam ; 
All this wide world, to either pole. 
Hath not for thee a home. 

2 Behold the ark of God ! 

Behold the open door ! 
Oh, haste to gain that dear abode. 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

3 There safe thou shalt abide. 

There sweet shall be thy rest, 
And every longing satisfied. 
With full salvation blest. 


1 Ah ! what avails my strife. 
My wandering to and fro ? 
Thou hast the words of endless life; 
Ah ! whither should I go ? 

Lord, to tchom shall we got* 
John 6: 68. 

2 Thy condescending grace 

To me did freely move ; 
It calls me still to seek thy face, 
And stoops to ask my love. 

3 My worthless heart to gain. 

The God of all that breathe. 
Was found in fashion as a man, 
And died a cursed death. 

4 And can I yet delay 

My little all to give ? 
To tear my soul from earth away, 
For Jesus to receive ? 

5 Ah ! no : I all forsake. 

My all to thee resign : 
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, 
And seal me ever thine ! 

4: y U • " Whsre shall rest be found P 

1 Oh, where shall rest be found — 

Rest for the weary soul ? 
'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 

The bliss for which we sigh : 
'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Kor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above. 
Unmeasured by the flight of years; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
Oh, what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death I 

5 Lord God of truth and grace. 

Teach us that death to shun ; 
Lest we be banished from thy face, 
And evermore undone. 










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\)^^, "^ hroken heart Thou wilt not despise.''* 

1 Still wilt thou, Lord, be found ? 

And may I still draw near 1 
Then listen to the plaintive sound — 
A sinner's earnest prayer. 

2 Jesus, thine aid afford, 

For still the same thou art ; 
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord, 
Lift up a helpless heart. 

3 Though late, I all forsake ; 

My friends, my life resign : 
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, 
And seal me ever thine ! 

4 O my oflfended Lord ! 

Restore my inward peace : 
I know thou canst; — pronounce the word. 
And bid the tempest cease. 
6 I yield to thy control ; 

Thou my Redeemer art : 
Enter and calm my troubled soul, 
And soothe my bleeding heart. 


"C>wr days are as an hand-breadth.''' 


1 My few revolving years. 

How swift they glide away ! 
How short the term of life appears, 
When past — but as a day ! — 

2 A dark and cloudy day, 

Made up of grief and sin ; 
A host of enemies without. 
Of guilty fears within. 

3 Lord, through another year, 

If thou permit my stay. 
With watchful care may I pursue 
The true and living way ! 


The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 


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5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 
Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet, 
And let me rove no more ! 

7 4:0 • ^* Shadow of the Cross. 

1 Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat, 

To yonder cross I flee ; 
Beneath its shelter take my seat : 
No shade like this for me ! 

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst — 

A fountain sparkling free ; 
And there I quench my desert thirst : 
No spring like this for me ! 

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 

Beneath this spreading tree ; 
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent : 
No home like this for me ! 

4 For burdened ones a resting-place. 

Beside that cross I see ; 

I here cast off my weariness: 

No rest like this for me ! 

7 4 4:. "" Jesus, ril turn to Thee.'* 

1 Jesus, in sickness and in pain. 

Be near to succor me ; 
My sinking spirit still sustain : 
To thee I turn, to thee. 

2 When cares and sorrows thicken round, 

And nothing bright I see. 
In thee alone can help be found ; 
To thee I turn, to thee. 

3 Should strong temptations fierce assail. 

And Satan buffet me. 
Then in thy strength will I prevail, 
While still I turn to thee. 

4 Through all my pilgrimage below. 

Whatever my lot may be. 
In joy or sadness, weal or woe, 
Jesus, ni turn to thee. 

Prayer in extreme Distress. — Psalm 102. 


1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face. 

But answer, lest I die ! 
Hast thou not built a throne of grace, 
To hear when sinners cry ? 

2 As on some lonely building's top 

The sparrow tells her moan. 
Far from the tents of joy and hope, 
I sit and grieve alone. 

3 But thou for ever art the same, 

O my Eternal God ! 
Ages to come shall know thy name, 
And spread thy works abroad. 

4 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, 

Nor will my Lord delay. 
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, 

That long expected day. 
6 He hears his saints, he knows their cry ; 

And by mysterious ways 
Redeems the prisoners doomed to die, 

And fills their tongues with praise. 

OoO. Wanderings from God. 

1 How oft, alas ! this wretched heart 

Has wandered from the Lord ! 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
Forgetful of his word ! 

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls — " Return I" 

Dear Lord, and may I come ? 
My vile ingratitude I mourn : 
Oh, take the wanderer home ! 

3 And canst thou, — wilt thou yet forgive, 

And bid my crimes remove ? 
And shall a pardoned rebel live, 
To speak thy wondrous love ? 

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, 

How glorious, how divine! 
That can to life and bliss restore 
A heart so vile as mine. 










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Q^ X • Peace restored, 

1 Oh, speak that gracious word again, 

And cheer my broken heart ! 
No voice but thine can soothe my pain, 
Or bid my fears depart. 

2 And canst thou still vouchsafe to own 

A wretch so vile as I ? 
, And may I still approach thy throne. 
And " Abba, Father," cry ? 

3 Oh, then, let saints and angels join, 

And help me to proclaim 
The grace that healed a soul like mine. 
And put my foes to shame ! 

4 My Saviour, by his powerful word. 

Has turned my night to day ; 
And his salvation's joy restored, 
Which I had sinned away. 

5 Dear Lord, I wonder and adore ; 

Thy grace is all divine : 
Oh, keep me, that I sin no more 
Against such love as thine! 


■ Oh that I knew where I might find Him.''^ 
Job 23: 8, 4 

Oh that I knew the secret place 
Where I might find my God ! 

I M spread my wants before his face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 

I 'd tell him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies. 

And leaves my heart in pain. 

He knows what arguments I 'd take 
To wrestle with my God : 

I *d plead for his own mercy's sake — 
I 'd plead my Saviour's blood. 

4 My God will pity my complaints. 

And drive my foes away ; 
He knows the meaning of his saints, 
When they in sorrow pray. 

5 Arise, my soul! from deep distress. 

And banish every fear ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace, 
To spread thy sorrows there. 

O 4 • " ^ Lord^ save' me, and I shall "be ea/oed.^^ 

1 Great Source of boundless power and 

grace ! 
Attend my mournful cry ; 
In hours of dark and deep distress. 
To thee alone I fly. 

2 Thou art my Strength^ my Life, my Stay : 

Assist my feeble trust ; 
Oh, drive my gloomy fears away. 
And raise me from the dust ! 

3 Fain would I call thy grace to mind, 

And trust thy glorious name ; 
Jehovah, powerful, wise, and kind, 
For ever is the same. 

4 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, 

When earthly comforts die ; 
Thy voice can bid my pains depart, 
And raise my pleasures high. 

5 Here let me rest — on thee depend. 

My God, my Hope, my All ; 
Be thou my everlasting Friend, 
And I shall never fall. 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore. 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

And shall be evermore ! 


WALL. L. M. Double. 


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4:0 X, Pro/t/er for the Continuance of the Spirit. 

1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay ! 

Though I have done thee such despite, 
Cast not a sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Though I have most unfaithful been 

Of all who e'er thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness 
grieved ; 

3 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare. 

In honor of my Great High Priest ! 
Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear 
I shall not see thy people's rest. 

4 O Lord, my weary soul release. 

Upraise me by thy gracious hand ; 
Guide me into thy perfect peace. 
And bring me to the promised land. 

^y^, "/tpa« shapen in iniquity. ^^—Ps&\m 51. 

1 Lord, I am vile — conceived in sin. 
And born unholy and unclean ; 
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath. 
The seeds of sin grow up for death : 
Thy law demands a perfect heart ; 
But we 're defiled in every part. 

3 Behold, I fall before thy face ; 
My only refuge is thy grace : 
Great God ! create my heart anew. 
And form my spirit pure and true. 

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast. 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest. 
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea. 
Can wash the dismal stain away. 

5 Jesus, my God ! thy blood alone 
Hath power suflficient to atone : 

" T/iou didst set them in slippery placet."^ 
Psalm 73. 

Thy blood can make me white as snow; 
No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 

6 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, 
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease : 
Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, 
And make my broken bones rejoice. 


1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I 

To mourn, and murmur, and repine, 
To see the wicked, placed on high, 
In pride and robes of honor shine ! 

2 But oh, their end, their dreadful end ! 

Thy sanctuary taught me so : 
On slippery rocks I see them stand, 
And fiery billows roll below. 

3 Their fancied joys — ^how fast they flee ! 

Just like a dream when man awakes ; 
Their songs of softest harmony 
Are but a prelude to their plagues. 

4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine 

Too dear to purchase with my blood : 
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, 
My life, my portion, and my God ! 

" Hide Tliy face from my «m«."— Psalm 61. 


1 Have mercy on me, O my God ! 

In loving kindness hear my prayer; 
Withdraw the terror of thy rod ; 
Lord, in thy tender mercy, spare. 

2 Off'enses rise where'er I look. 

But I confess their guilt to thee : 
Blot my transgressions from thy book ; 
Wash me from all iniquity. 

3 Not streaming blood nor cleansing fire 

Thy seeming anger can appease ; 

Burnt offerings thou dost not require, 

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4 The broken heart in sacrifice, 

Alone, will thine acceptance meet : 
My heart, O God, do not despise, 
Abased and contrite at thy feet. 

K Q 4- "■Show pit/y. Lord ! O Lordy forgive.'" 
^^ -^» Psalm 51. 

1 Show pity. Lord ! O Lord, forgive ; 
Let a repenting rebel live ; 

Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 My crimes are great, but ne'er surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace : 
Great God ! thy nature hath no bound, 
So let thy pardoning love be found. 

8 Oh, wash my soul from every sin. 
And make my guilty conscience clean ! 
Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past oflfenses pain mine eyes. 

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 

6 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
I must pronounce thee just in death ; 
And if my soul were sent to hell. 
Thy righteous law approves it well. 

6 Yet save a trembling sinner. Lord ! 
Whose hope, still hovering round thy 

Would lightonsome sweet promise there. 
Some sure support against despair. 

0^70« "-fi^' <«*< «»y traii8grei»sion».''—'P%a\m 61. 

1 O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry. 
Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
Behold me not with angry look, 
But blot their memory from thy book. 

2 Create my nature pure within. 
And form my soul averse to sin ; 
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart. 
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 

3 I can not live without thy light. 

Cast out and banished from thy sight ; 
Thy holy joys, my God, restore. 
And guard me that I fall no more. 

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, 
His help and comfort still afford ; 

And let a sinner seek thy throne. 
To plead the merits of thy Son. 

'■^Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation.^^ 
Psalm 51. « 


1 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King, 
Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust. 
And owns thy dreadful sentence just; 
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
And save the soul condemned to die. 

3 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace : 
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
And they shall praise a pardoning God. 

4 Oh, may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
Salvation shall be all my song ; 

And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my Strength and Righteous- 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom earth and heaven adore 

Be glory as it was of old, 

Is now, and shall be evermore ! 









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464:. " Spi^i of Power and Mights 

1 Spirit of power and might, behold 

A world by sin destroyed ! 
Creator Spirit, as of old. 
Move on the formless void. 

2 Give thou the word : that healing. sound 

Shall quell the deadly strife, 
And earth again, like Eden crowned, 
Produce the tree of life. 

3 If sang the morning stars for joy 

When nature rose to view, 
What strains will angel harps employ 
When thou shalt all renew ! 

4 And if the sons of God rejoice 

To hear a Saviour's name. 
How will the ransomed raise their voice. 
To whom that Saviour came ! 
6 Lo ! every kindred, tongue, and tribe. 
Assembling round the throne, 
The new creation shall ascribe 
To sovereign love alone. 

y t/t/ . "^^ ^ona of God:'— Rom. 8: 19—28. 

1 The whole creation groans and waits 

Till we, who love thee. Lord, 
Shall stand within thy temple gates, 
And shine, — the sons of God. 

2 The sons of God, — how bright they shine ! 

No mortal eye can see ; 
We, sinners, shall be made divine ! 
We shall be one with thee ! 

3 One with the Lord and all his saints ! 

Thy nature in our own ! 
Thy crown our rich inheritance ! 
Heirs to thy royal throne ! 

4 Thy throne no joy to us would bring, 

If we from thee were riven ; 
For all our joy is in our King, 
And thou art all our heaven. 

1 • " -3fy Father, Godr 

1 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne; 

Call me a child of thine ; 
Send down the Spirit of thy Son, 
To form my heart divine. 

2 There shed thy choicest love abroad, 

And make my comforts strong ; 
Then shall I say—" My Father, God," 
With an unwavering tongue. 

J. U O O • " -^<*^* y« i**^' ^«^ bulwarks.'" 

1 Oh, where are kings and empires now, 

Of old that went and came ? 
But, Lord, thy church is praying yet, 
A thousand years the same. 

2 We mark her goodly battlements, 

And her foundations strong ; 
We hear within the solemn voice 
Of her unending song. 

3 For not like kingdoms of the world 

Thy holy church, O God ! 
Though earthquake shocks are threat- 
ening her. 
And tempests are abroad ; 

4 Unshaken as eternal hills. 

Immovable she stands, 
A mountain that shall fill the earth, 
A house not made by hands. 

"^6, heing dead, yet speaketh."^ 
Heb. 11. 


1 Rise, O my soul, pursue the path 

By ancient worthies trod ; 
Aspiring, view those holy men. 
Who lived and walked with God. 

2 Though dead, they speak in reaso'n's ear, 

And in example live ; 
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds 
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3 'T was through the Lamb's most precious 

They conquered every foe ; 
And to his power and matchless grace 
Their crowns of life they owe. 

4 Lord ! may I ever keep in view 

The patterns thou hast given, 

And ne'er forsake the blessed road 

That led them safe to heaven. 

"1 O^ ~I "T^ere the, wicked cease from 
A-^JO J.» troubling." 

1 Our sins, alas ! how strong they are ! 

And, like a raging flood, 
They break our duty, Lord, to thee, 
And force us from our God. 

2 The waves of trouble — how they rise ! 

How loud the tempests roar ! 
But death shall land our weary souls 
Safe on the heavenly shore. 

3 There to fulfill his sweet commands 

Our speedy feet shall move ; 
No sin shall clog our winged zeal, 
Or cool our burning love. 

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell 

The wonders of his grace. 
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts. 
And smile in every face. 

5 For ever his dear, sacred name 

Shall dwell upon our tongue, 
And Jesus and salvation be 
The close of every song. 

1 ^V Q "In my flesh shall I see Ood.^ 
JLLd I O. Job 19: 25, 26. 

1 My faith shall triumph o'er the grave. 

And trample on the tomb ; 
I know that my Redeemer lives. 
And on the clouds shall come. 

2 I know that he shall soon appear 

In power and glory meet ; 

And death, the last of all his foes, 

Lie vanquished at his feet. 
Then, though the grave my flesh devour, 

And hold me for its prey, 
I know my sleeping dust shall rise 

On the last judgment-day. 
I, in my flesh, shall see my God, 

When he on earth shall stand ; 
I shall with all his saints ascend 

To dwell at his right hand. 
Then shall he wipe all tears away. 

And hush the rising groan ; 
And pains and sighs and griefs and fears 

Shall ever be unknown. 

Them also which sleep in Jesus^ 
1 Thess. 4: 14— IT. 


1 As Jesus died and rose again, 

Victorious, from the dead ; 
So his disciples rise, and reign 
With their triumphant Head. 

2 The time draws nigh, when, from tho 

Christ shall with shouts descend; 
And the last trumpet's awful voice 
The heavens and earth shall rend. 

3 Then they who live shall changed be, 

And they who sleep shall wake ; 
The graves shall yield their ancient 
And earth's foundation shake. 

4 The saints of God, from death set free, 

With joy shall mount on high ; 
The heavenly host with praises loud 
Shall meet them in the sky. 

5 Together to their Father's house 

With joyful hearts they go: 
And dwell for ever with the Lord, 
Beyond the reach of woe. 








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^ O U • ^^ Mystery of Chrisfs Z<mj&— Isaiah 27 : 5. 

1 O THOU, who hast redeemed of old, 
And bidst me of thy strength lay hold, 

And be at peace with thee. 
Help me thy benefits to own, 
And hear me tell what thou hast done, 

O dying Lamb 1 for me. 

2 Love, only love, thy heart inclined, 
And brought thee. Saviour of mankind, 

Down from thy throne above ; 
Love made my God a Man of grief, 
Distressed thee sore for my relief: 

Oh, mystery of Love ! 

3 As thou hast loved and died for me. 
So grant me, Saviour, love to thee, 

And gladly I resign 
Whatever I have, whatever I am : 
My life be all with thine the same, 

And all thy death be mine. 

495. 27le Ikoo Worlds. 

1 Lo, on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, 

Secure, insensible ! 
A point of time, a moment's space. 
Removes me to that heavenly place. 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

2 O God, my inmost soul convert. 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress! 
Give me to feel their solemn weight. 
And tremble on the brink of fate. 

And wake to righteousness. 

3 Before me place, in dread array. 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou, with clouds, shalt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
And tell me. Lord, shall I be there, 

To meet a joyful doom ? 

4 O Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Then bid me in thy presence live, 

And reign with thee above ; 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full, supreme delight. 

And everlasting love. 

QQ4:« Surrender to the Zone of God. 

1 Lord, thou hast won; at length I yield; 
My heart, by mighty grace compelleti. 

Surrenders all to thee : 
Against thy terrors long I strove. 
But who can stand against thy love ? 

Love conquers even me. 

2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll. 
And lightnings flash to blast my soul, 

I still had stubborn been : 
But mercy has my heart subdued : 
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, 

And now, I hate my sin. 

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone ; 
Come, take possession of thine own, 

For thou hast set me free : 
Released from Satan's hard command, 
See all my powers in waiting stand, 

To be employed by thee. 


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U O • " Rememher Thou m«." 

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 

To take thy ransomed people home. 

Shall I among them stand ? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand 1 

2 I love to meet among them now. 
Before thy gracious feet to bow, 

Though vilest of them all ; 
But — can I bear the piercing thought? — 
What if my name should be left out, 

When thou for them shalt call ! 

S Prevent, prevent it by thy grace ; 
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place. 

In this th' accepted day : 
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear. 
To still my unbelieving fear ; 

Nor let me fall, I pray ! 

4 Let me among thy saints be found, 
Whene'er tV archangel's trump shall 
To see thy smiling face ; 
Then loudest of the throng I '11 sing. 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 
With shouts of sovereign grace. 


^ No Rtfug^ of my oton.^ 

1 O THOU, who hear'st the prayer of faith, 
Wilt thou not save a soul from death, 
That casts itself on thee ? 

I have no refuge of my own. 
But fly to what my Lord hath done, 
And suffered once for me. 

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead. 
His spotless righteousness I plead, 

And his availing blood ; 
Thy merit. Lord, my robe shall be ; 
Thy merit shall atone for me. 

And bring me near to God. 

3 Then save me from eternal death, 
The Spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolations lend ; 
By him some word of life impart, 
And sweetly whisper to my heart, 

"Thy Maker is thy Friend." 

4 The king of terrors then would be 
A welcome messenger to me. 

To bid me come away : 
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 
I 'd mount, I 'd fly with eager wings 

To everlasting day ! 


To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God, whom Heaven's triumphant host 

And saints on earth adore, 
Be glory as in ages past, 
Is now, and shall for ever last, 

When time shall be no more I 


WELT. 5s, 7s, 8 & 6. 


v 4 0» *^ I have found my sheep.'''' 

1 There was joy in heaven ! 
There was joy in heaven ! 

When this goodly world to frame 
The Lord of might and mercy came 
Shouts of joy were heard on high, 
And the stars sang from the sty — 
" Glory to God in heaven !" 

2 There was joy in heaven ! 
There was joy in heaven ! 

LEWIN. 5s & 8s. 

When of love the midnight beam 
Dawned on the tower of Bethlehem : 
And along the echoing hill 
Angels sung — " On earth good will, 

Glory to God in heaven !" 
3 There is joy in heaven ! 

There is joy in heaven ! 
When the sheep that went astray 
Returns in love to virtue's way ; 
When the soul, by grace subdued. 
Sobs its prayer of gratitude. 

Then is there joy in heaven ! 

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TlU "db. " Jesus, still lead on.."— Luke 5 : 11. 

1 Jesus, still lead on, 
Till our rest be won ; 

And although the way be cheerless, 
We will follow, calm and fearless : 

Guide us by thy hand 

To our Fatherland ! 

2 If the way be drear, 
K the foe be near, 

Let not faithless fears overtake us, 
Let not faith and hope forsake us ; 

For, through many a foe, 

To our home we go I 

3 When we seek relief 
From a long-felt grief; 

When temptations come alluring, 
Make us patient and enduring : 
Show us that bright shore 
Where we weep no more I 

4 Jesus, still lead on. 
Till our rest be won ; 

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us, 

Till we safely stand 

In our Fatherland ! 


ZETA. 7s & 5. 



Touclied with the, feeling of our 

1 When our heads are bowed with woe ; 
When our bitter tears o'erflow ; 
When we mourn the lost, the dear, 

Gracious Saviour, hear ! 

2 Thou our feeble flesh hast worn ; 
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne ; 
Thou hast shed the human tear : 

Gracious Saviour, hear ! 

8 When the heart is sad within, 
With the thought of all its sin ; 
When the spirit shrinks with fear, 
Gracious Saviour, hear ! 

i Thou the shame, the grief, hast known ; 
Though the sins were not thine own, 
Thou hast deigned their load to bear : 
Gracious Saviour, hear ! 

5 When our eyes grow dim in death ; 
When we heave the parting breath ; 
When our solemn doom is near. 

Gracious Saviour, hear ! 

6 Thou hast bowed the dying head ; 
Thou the blood of life hast shed ; 
Thou hast filled a mortal bier : 

Gracious Saviour, hear ! 

XTiO • Christ our Life. 

1 Lord of mercy and of might. 
Of mankind the life and light. 
Maker, Teacher, Infinite- 
Jesus, hear and save ! 

2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild, 
Humbled to a little child. 
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled — 

Jesus, hear and save I 

8 Borne aloft on angels' wings, 
Throned above celestial thmgs, 
Lord of lords, and King of kmgs — 
Jesus, hear and save ! 

4 Soon to come to earth again, 
Judge of angels and of men. 
Hear us now, and hear us then : 
Jesus, hear and save 1 

A^CK " ^« Comforter, which is the Holy Ohost."" 
TttllJ. John 14: 26. 

1 Holy Ghost, the Infinite ! 
Shine upon our nature's night 
With thy blessed inward light, 

Comforter Divine ! 

2 We are sinful : cleanse us, Lord ; 
We are faint ; thy strength afford ; 
Lost, — until by thee restored, 

Comforter Divine ! 

3 Like the dew, thy peace distill ; 
Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
Things of Christ unfolding still, 

Comforter Divine ! 

4 In us, for us, interpede. 

And, with voiceless groanings, plead 
Our unutterable need. 
Comforter Divine ! 

5 In us "Abba, Father," cry — 
Earnest of our bliss on high, 
Seal of immortality, — 

Comforter Divine ! 

6 Search for us the depths of God ; 
Bear us up the starry road. 

To the height of thine abode, 
Comforter Divine ! 

t/ O O • " Saviour, comfort «ie." 

1 In the dark and cloudy day. 
When earth's riches flee away. 
And the last hope will not stay, 

Saviour, comfort me ! . 

2 When the secret idol 's gone 

That my poor heart yearned upon,— 
Desolate, bereft, alone, 
Saviour, comfort me ! 

3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, 
In the darkness crucified, 

Bid me in thy love confide ! 
Saviour, comfort me ! 

4 Comfort me ; I am cast down ; 
'Tis my heavenly Father's frown ; 
I deserve it all, I own : 

Saviour, comfort me I 

6 So it shall be good for me 
Much afflicted now to be. 
If thou wilt but tenderly, 
Saviour, comfort me 1 


ELLIOT. 8s & 6. 



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559. "«^^«* «« ^ «*^'* 

1 Just as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blopd was shed for me, 
And that thou bid'st me come to thee, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! 

2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 

To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
Fightings within, and fears without, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! 

4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ; 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 

G Lamb of God, I come ! 

5 Just as I am — thou wilt receive. 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
Because thy promise I believe, 
O Lamb of God, I come ! 

6 Just as I am — thy love unknown 
Hath broken every barrier down ; 
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come ! 

tJ^Jmdt *^If any man thirst, let him come unto J/«." 

1 Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be 
Trust not the world ; it gives no rest : 
I bring relief to hearts oppressed ; 
O weary sinner, come I 

2 Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; 
Count all thy gains but empty dross ; 
My grace repays all earthly loss : 

O needy sinner, come ! 

3 Come, hither bring thy boding fears. 
Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears ; 
'Tis mercy^s voice salutes thine ears : 

O trembling sinner, come ! 

4 " The Spirit and the bride say. Come :" 
Rejoicing saints reecho, Come ! 

Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may 
come ; 
Thy Saviour bids thee come. 

Prayer for Christ's Intercession, 


1 O Thou, the contrite sinners* Friend ! 
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end, 
On this alone my hopes depend, 

That thou wilt plead for me. 

2 When weary in the Christian race, 
Far oflf appears my resting place. 
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, 

Then, Saviour, plead for me, 

3 When I have erred and gone astray, 
Afar from thine and wisdom^s way, 
And see no glimmering, guiding ray, 

Still, Saviour, plead for me. 

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold. 
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold. 
Then with thy pitying arms enfold, 

And plead, oh, plead for me ! 

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5 And when my dying hour draws near, 
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, 
Then to my fainting sight appear, 

Pleading in heaven for me. 

6 When the full light of heavenly day, 
Reveafs my sins in dread array. 

Say thou hast washed them all away ; 
Oh, say thou plead'st for me 1 

( I j_^ The unseen Friend. 

1 HOLY Saviour ! Friend unseen. 
Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, 
Help me, throughout life's changing 

By faith to cling to thee ! 

2 Blest with this fellowship divine. 
Take what thou wilt, I '11 not repine ; 
For, as the branches to the vine, 

My soul would cling to thee. 

3 Though far from home, fatigued, op- 

Here have I found a place of rest ; 
An exile still, yet not unblest, 
Because I cling to thee. 

4 What though the world deceitful prove. 
And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
With patient, uncomplaining love 

Still would I cling to thee. 

5 Though oft I seem to tread alone 
Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'er- 

Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone, 
Still whispers, " Cling to me !" 

6 Though faith and hope are often tried, 
I ask not, need not aught beside ; 
So safe, so calm, so satisfied. 
The soul that clings to thee ! 

o4:4:. The Hour of Pra/yer. 

1 My God! is any hour so sweet. 

From blush of morn to evening star, 
As that which calls me to thy feet — 
The hour of prayer ? 

2 Blest is the tranquil hour of morn. 

And blest that hour of solemn eve, 
When, on the wings of prayer up-borne, 
The world I leave. 

3 Then is my strength by thee renewed ; 

Then are my sins by thee forgiven ; 
Then dost thou cheer my solitude 
With hopes of heaven. 

4 No words can tell what sweet relief 

There for my every want I find ; 
What strength for warfare, balm for grief, 
What peace of mind ! 

5 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear ; 

My spirit seems in heaven to stay ; 
And ev'n the penitential tear 
Is wiped away. 

6 Lord ! till I reach that blissful shore, 

No privilege so dear shall be 
As thus my inmost soul to pour 
In prayer to thee. 

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Prayer for the cheering Presence of the 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, — in love 
Shed on us from above 

Thine own bright ray ! 
Divinely good thou art ; 
Thy sacred gifts impart 
To gladden each sad heart : 

Oh, come to-day ! 

2 Come, tend'rest Friend, and best. 
Our most delightful guest. 

With soothing power : 
Rest, which the weary know. 
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow. 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, — 

Cheer us, this hour ! 

8 Come, Light serene, and still . 
Our inmost bosoms fill ; 
Dwell in each breast : 
We know no dawn but thine ; 
Send forth thy beams divine. 
On our dark souls to shine, 
And make us blest ! 

4 Exalt our low desires ; 
Extinguish passion's fires ; 

Heal every wound : 
Our stubborn spirits bend ; 
Our icy coldness end ; 
Our devious steps attend. 

While heavenward bound. 

5 Come, all the faithful bless ; 
Let all, who Christ confess. 

His praise employ : 
Give virtue's rich reward ; 
Victorious death accord, 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

Eternal joy ! 

7 i^ U • " ^^<^* ^«^« ^ <^o**« fof Thee ?"— Acts « : 6. 

1 O THOU best gift of heaven, 
Thou who thyself hast given,— 

For thou hast died ! 
This thou hast done for me : 
II : What have I done for thee, '\ 
Thou crucified ? 

2 I long to serve thee more ; 
Reveal an open door. 

Saviour, to me : 
Then, counting all but loss, 
||:I'll glory in thy cross, :|| 
And follow thee. 

3 Do thou but point the way. 
And give me strength t' obey ; 

Thy will be mine : 
Then can I think it joy 
II : To suffer or to die, :|| 
Since I am thine. 


" He took them up in His artM^ 

1 Shepherd of tender youth. 
Guiding in love and truth 

Through devious ways — 
Christ, our triumphant King, 
We come thy name to sing. 
And here our children bring, 

To shout thy praise. 

2 Thou art our holy Lord, 
O all-subduing Word, 

Healer of strife : 
Thou didst thyself abase. 
That from sin's deep disgrace 
Thou mightest save our race, 

And give us life. 

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3 Ever be near our side, 

Our Shepherd and our Guide, 

Our staff and song ; 
Jesus, thou Christ of God, 
By thine enduring word 
Lead us where thou hast trod 
Make our faith strong. 

4 So now, and till we die, 
Sound we thy praises high, 

And joyful sing : 
Let all the holy throng, 
Who to thy church belong, 
Unite and swell the song 

To Christ our King ! 


^ My faith looks up to Thee:' 

1 My faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour Divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray ; 
Take all my guilt away ; 
Oh, let me, from this day, 

Be wholly thine ! 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ! 
As thou hast died for me. 
Oh, may my love to thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be — 

A living fire ! 

3 While life's dark maze I tread. 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my guide ; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 

Nor let me ever stray 
From thee aside. 

When ends life's transient dream. 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll. 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh, bear me safe above — 

A ransomed soul ! 

"J OAO '* Forsake me not when my strength 

1 Lowly and solemn be 
Thy children's cry to thee, 

Father divine ! 
A hymn of suppliant breath, 
||: Owning that life and death :| 
Alike are thine. 

2 O Father ! in that hour 
When earth all succoring power 

Shall disavow, 
When spear, and shifeld, and crown 
||: In faintness are cast down, :|| 
Sustain us thou ! 

3 By him who bowed to take 
The death-cup for our sake. 

The thorn, the rod, — 
From whom the last dismay 
|: Was not to pass away, :|| 
Aid us, O God ! 

4 Trembling beside the grave, 
We call on thee to save. 

Father divine ! 
Hear, hear our suppliant breath ; 
||: Keep us, in life and death, :|| 
Thine, only thine. 


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O sacred Head, now wounded /" 

1 O SACRED Head, now wounded ! 

With grief and shame weighed down; 
O sacred brow, surrounded 

With thorns, thine only crown ! 
Once on a throne of glory, 

Adorned with light divine, 
Now all despised and gory, 

I joy to call thee mine. 

2 On me, as thou art dying, 

Oh, turn thy pitying eye ! 
To thee for mercy crying, 

Before thy cross I lie. 
Thine, thine the bitter passion, 

Thy pain is all for me ; 
Mine, mine the deep transgression. 

My sins are all on thee. 

3 What language can I borrow 

To thank thee, dearest Friend, 
For all this dying sorrow. 
Of all my woes the end ? 

Oh, can I leave thee ever ? 

Then do not thou leave me : 
Lord, let me never, never 

Outlive my love to thee. 

Be near when I am dying ; 

Then close beside me stand ; 
Let me, while faint and sighing, 

Lean calmly on thy hand : 
These eyes new faith receiving. 

From thine eye shall not move ; 
For he who dies believing, 

Dies safely in thy love. 


To thee be praise for ever, ^ 
Thou glorious King of kings ! 

Thy wondrous love and favor 

J Each ransomed spirit sings : 

We '11 celebrate thy glory 
With all thy saints above, 

And shout the joyful story 
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The exceeding riches of Sis Grace,'' 

1 O Lord, thy love 's unbounded ! 

So full, so sweet, so free ! 
Our thoughts are all confounded, 

Whene'er we think on thee : 
For us, thou cam'st from heaven, 

For us to bleed and die ; 
That, purchased and forgiven, 

We might ascend on high. 

2 Oh, let this love constrain us 

To give our hearts to thee ; 
Let nothing henceforth pain us. 

But that which paineth thee ! 
Our joy, our one endeavor, 

Through suffering, conflict, shame. 
To serve thee, gracious Saviour, 

And magnify thy name ! 


Contrast of Heaven with Earth. 

(An ancient Hymn.) 

Brief life is here our portion, 
Brief sorrow, short-lived care; 

The life that knows no ending, 
The tearless life is there : 

Reward of grace how wondrous ! 
Short toi^ — eternal rest ! 

Oh ! miracle of mercy, 

That rebels should be blest !— 

That we, with sin polluted. 

Should havis our home on high ! 
That we should dwell in mansions 

Beyond the starry sky ! 
And now we fight the battle, 

And then we wear the crown 
Of full and everlasting, 

And eyer bright renown !, 

I know not, oh ! I know not 

What social joys are there; 
What pure, unfading glory. 

What light beyond compare ;- — 
And when I fain would sing them, 

My spirit fails and faints, — 
And vainly strives to image 

Th' assembly of the saints. 

There is the throne of David, 

And there from toil released, 
The shout of them that triumph. 

The song of them that feast : 
O Garden free from sorrow ! 

O Plains that fear no strife ! 
O princely Bowers, all blooming ! 

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1^ After this manner, therefore pray ye." 
• Matt. 6. Lnke 11. 

1 Our Father, God, who art in heaven. 

All hallowed be thy name ! 
Thy kingdom come ; thy will be done. 
In earth and heaven the same ! 

2 Give us, this day, our daily bread ; 

And, as we those forgive 
Who sin against us, so may we 
Forgiving grace receive. 

3 Into temptation lead us not ; 

From evil set us free ; 
And thine the kingdom, thine the power 
And glory, ever be. 

U T • ** ^^'"' I'O^'^i only mahest me dwell in safety:'' 

1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray^ ; 

I am for ever thine ; 
I fear before thee all the day, 
Nor would I dare to sin. 

2 And while I rest my weary head, 

From cares and business free, 
'T is sweet conversing on my bed 
With my own heart and thee. 

3 I pay this evening sacrifice ; 

And when my work is done. 
Great God ! my faith and hope relies 
Upon thy grace alone. 

4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to 

I give mine eyes to sleep ; 
Thy hand -in safety keeps my days, 
And will my slumbers keep. 

U • Blessing in the Sanctuary. 

1 Again our earthly cares we leave. 

And in thy courts appear ; 

Again with joyful feet we come 
To meet our Saviour here. 

2 Within these walls let holy peace, 

And love and concord dwell : 
Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
The wounded spirit heal. 

3 The feeling heart, the melting eye, 

The humble mind bestow ; 
And shine upon us from on high, 
To make our graces grow. 

4 In faith may we receive thy word. 

In faith present our prayers ; 
And in the presence of our Lord 
Unbosom all our cares. 

5 Show us some token of thy love. 

Our fainting hope to raise ; 
And pour thy blessings from above, 
That we may render praise. 


ITie Tempest aUUed. 

1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame ! 

We own thy power divine ; 
We hear thy breath in every storm, 
For all the winds are thine. 

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way. 

They work thy sovereign will ; 
And, awed by thy majestic voice. 
The tempest shall be still. 

3 Thy mercy tempers every blast 

To those who seek thy face ; 
And mingles with the tempest's roar 
The whispers of thy grace. 

4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, 

Till all the tumults cease ; 
And gales of paradise shall soothe 
My weary soul to peace. 



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2 In early years, thou wast my guide, 

And of my youth, the friend ; 

And, as my days began with thee, 

With thee my days shall end. 

3 I know the Power in whom I trust, 

The arm on which I lean ; 
He will my Saviour ever be. 
Who has my Saviour been. 

4 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age 

And evil days descend ; 
Thou wilt not leave me in despair. 
To mourn my latter end. 

5 Therefore, in life I '11 trust in thee ; 

In death I will adore ; 
And after death will sing thy praise, 
When time shall be no more. 

^ X • Prwyer for Divine Chddance. 

1 O God of Bethel ! by whose hand 

Thy people still are fed ; 
Who through this weary pilgrimage 
Hast all our fathers led ; — 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 

Before thy throne of grace ; 
God of our fathers ! be the God 
Of their succeeding race. 

3 Through each perplexing path of life 

Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
Give us, each day, our daily bread. 
And raiment fit provide. 

4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around. 

Till all our wanderings cease, 
And at our Father*s loved abode. 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 

Our humble prayers implore ; 
And thou shalt be our chosen God, 
Our portion evermore. 

JL i ju» "Herein is Love. 

1 My God, how wonderful thou art. 

Thy majesty how bright ! 
How glorious is thy mercy seat. 
In depths of burning light ! 

2 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord, 

Almighty as thou art ; 
For thou hast stooped to ask of me 
The love of my poor heart. 

3 No earthly father loves like thee, 

No mother half so mild 
Bears and forbears, as thou hast done 
With me, thy sinful child. 

4 My God, how wonderful thou art, 

Thou everlasting Friend ! 
On thee I stay mj trusting heart. 
Till faith in vision end. 

X O U • " ^2^ judgmeaita are a great deep:'' 

1 Thy way, O Lord, is in the sea ; 

Thy paths I can not trace. 
Nor comprehend the mystery 
Of thine unbounded grace. 

2 'T is but in part I know thy will ; 

I bless thee for the sight : 
When will thy love the rest reveal. 
In glory's clearer light ? 

3 With rapture shall I then survey 

Thy providence and grace ; 

And spend an everlasting day 

In wonder, love, and praise. 

/j\i\ " God, Thou ha«t taught me from my 
^ ■*• ^ • i/outh."—Paa]m 71. 

1 Almighty Father of mankind ! 
On thee my hopes remain ; 
And when the day of trouble comes, 
I shall not trust in vain. 


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Q I Q , Prayer for a broken Heart. 

1 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 

Repentance to impart. 
Give me, through thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart : 
Give what I have long implored — 

Let me share thy grief unknown : 
Turn and look upon me. Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

2 See me. Saviour, from above, 

Nor suffer me to die ; 
Life, and happiness, and love 

Beam from thy gracious eye : 
Speak the reconciling word. 

All its melting power make known ; 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of stone. 

8 Look, as when thy dying eye 

Was closed, that we might live ; 
When thy supplicating cry 

To God was heard, " Forgive :" 
Surely, with that dying word, 

Jesus turns and says, 'tis done : 
Oh, my bleeding, loving Lord, 

This breaks my heart of stone ! 

I ^Q, " Thy blood was shed for meJ" • 

1 God of my salvation, hear, 

And help me to believe ; 
Simply do I now draw near 

Thy blessing to receive : 
Full of guilt, alas ! I am. 

But to thy wounds for refuge flee 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 

2 Standing now as newly slain. 

To thee I lift mine eye ; 
Balm of all my grief and pain. 

Thy blood is always nigh : 
Now as yesterday the same 

Thou art, and wilt for ever be : 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 

3 Saviour ! from thy wounded side 

I never will depart ; 
Here will I my spirit hide. 

When I am pure in heart : 
Till my place above I claim. 

This only shall be all my plea : 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb ! 

Thy blood was shed for me. 

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X U 4:y • " ^y peace I give unto you.'''' 

1 Lamb of God ! whose bleeding love 

We now recall to mind, 
Send the answer from above, 

And let us mercy find : 
Think on us, who think on thee ; 

Every burdened soul release ; 
Oh, remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

2 By thine agonizing pain. 

And bloody sweat, we pray — 
By thy dying love to man. 

Take all our sins away : 
Burst our bonds and set us free, 

From our crime and guilt release ; 
Oh, remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

3 Through thy blood, by faith applied, 

Do thou our pardon seal ; 
Speak us freely justified, 

Our wounded spirits heal ; 
By thy passion on the tree. 

Let our griefs and troubles cease ; 
Oh, remember Calvary, 

And bid us go in peace ! 

X JL O 4 • " ^« «?Z do fade as a leaf.''^ 
1 Time is winging us away 
To our eternal home ; 
Life is but a winter's day — 
A journey to the tomb ; 
Youth and vigor soon will flee. 

Blooming beauty lose its charms ; 
All that 's mortal soon shall be 
Enclosed in death's cold arms. 

2 Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home ; 
Life, is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb ; 
But the Christian shall enjoy 

Health and beauty, soon, above, 
Far beyond the world's alloy, 

Secure in Jesus' love. 

JLjuO(j»"^ P^^s tmeard the ma/rk for the prise.''^ 

1 Rise, my soul ! and stretch thy wings, 

Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise, from transitory things. 

Toward heaven, thy native place : 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay. 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above ! 

2 Rivers to the ocean run. 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire ascending, seeks the sun, — 

Both speed them to their source ; 
So a soul that 's born of God, 

Pants to view his glorious face. 
Upward tends to his abode. 

To rest in his embrace. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims ! cease to mourn, — 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon your Saviour will return 

Triumphant in the skies : 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All your sorrows left below. 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 


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I 4:^. Prayer for Deliverance from Evil. 

1 Suff'ring Son of Man, be near me, 

All my suff'rings to sustain. 
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me. 

By thy more than mortal pain ; 
By thy fainting in the garden. 

By thy bloody sweat, I pray, 
Write upon my heart the pardon ; 

Take my sins and fears away. 

2 By the travail of thy spirit, 

By thine outcry on the tree, 
By thine agonizing merit. 

In my pangs, remember me ! 
By thy death I now implore thee, 

Lord ! my dying soul befriend ; 
Make me lovingly adore thee. 

Make me faithful to the end. 

, " Wash me, and I sTiaU he whiter than snow! 


1 Jesus ! who on Calv'ry's mountain 

Poured thy precious blood for me. 
Wash me in its flowing fountain, 
That my soul may spotless be. 

2 I have sinned, but, oh, restore me ; 

For, unless thou smile on me. 
Dark is all the world before me, 
Darker yet eternity ! 

3 In thy word I hear thee saying, 

" Come, and I will give you rest;" 
Glad the gracious call obeying, 
See, I hasten to thy breast. 

4 Grant, oh, grant thy spirit's teaching, 
That I may not go astray. 
Till, the gate of heaven reaching, 
Earth and sin are passed away ! 

I 1 I Q '■^ Bemem'ber not against us former 
1. 1. ±.fj • iniquities.^'' 

1 Dread Jehovah ! God of nations ! 

From thy temple in the skies, 

Hear thy people's supplications ; 

Now for their deliverance rise. 

2 Tho' our sins, our hearts confounding, 

Long and loud for vengeance call. 
Thou hast mercy more abounding : • 
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 

3 Let that love vail our transgression ; • 

Let that blood our guilt efface : 

Save thy people from oppression ; 

Save from spoil thy holy place. 

4 Lo ! with deep contrition turning. 

Humbly at thy feet we bend ; 
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, 
Hear us, spare us, and defend ! 

^ " 77iat great day of wrath and terror.'^* 

(A Hymn of the Seventh Century.) 

1 That great day of wrath and terror, 

That last day of woe and doom. 

Like a thief that comes at midnight, 

On the sons of men shall come ; 

2 When the King of heavenly glory 

Shall assume his throne on high ; 
When the bands of all his angels 
Shall be near him in the sky ; 

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3 When the sun shall turn to sackcloth, 

And the moon be red as blood ; 
When the stars shall fall from heaven 
As the leaves fall in a wood. 

4 Therefore, man, while yet thou mayest. 

From the tempter's malice fly ! 
Give thy bread to feed the hungry, 

If thou seek'st to win the sky. 
6 Let thy loins be straitly girded, 

Life be pure, and heart be right. 
That, whene'er the Bridegroom cometh, 

Full thy lamp may shine, and bright. 

y J_ , Apostolic Benediction. 

1 May the grace of Christ the Saviour, 

And the Father's boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit's favor, 
Rest upon us from above. 

2 Thus may we abide in union 

With each other and the Lord, 
And possess, in sweet communion, 
Joys which earth can not afford. 

y O X . Pmitent Entreaty, 

1 Jesus, full of all compassion, 

Hear thine humble suppliant's cry : 
Let me know thy great salvation ; 

See ! I languish, faint, and die. 
Guilty, but with heart relenting. 

Overwhelmed with helpless grief, 
Prostrate at thy feet repenting — 

Send, oh, send me quick relief! 

2 Whither should a wretch be flying, 

But to him who comfort gives ? 
Whither, from the dread of dying. 

But to him who ever lives ? 
While I view thee, wounded, grieving, 

Breathless, on the cursed tree. 
Fain I 'd feel my heart believing 

Thou didst suffer thus for me. 

3 In the world of endless ruin, 

Let it never. Lord, be said, 
" Here 's a soul that perished, suing 

For the boasted Saviour's aid !" 
Saved ! — the deed shall spread new glory 

Through the shining realms above ; 
Angels sing the pleasing story. 

All enraptured with thy love. 

Q/^^ * »7%e greatest of these is Charity :\ 
0\J i • 1 Cor. 13. 

1 Meek and lowly, pure and holy, 

Chief among the blessed three, 
Turning sadness into gladness. 
Heaven-born art thou. Charity ! 

2 Pity dwelleth in thy bosom. 

Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart; 
Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee — 
Judgment hath in thee no part. 

3 Hoping ever, failing never. 

Though deceived, believing still ; 
Long abiding, all-confiding 

To thy heavenly Father's will ; 

4 Never weary of well-doing. 

Never fearful of the end ; 
Claiming all mankind as brothers, 
Thou dost all alike befriend. 

5 Meek and lowly, pure and holy. 

Chief among the blessed three, 
Turning sadness into gladness, 
Heaven-born art thou, Charity ! 


Praise the God of our salvation. 

Praise the Father's boundless love ; 
Praise the Lamb, our expiation ; 

Praise the Spirit from above : 
Praise the fountain of salvation, 

Him by whom our spirits live ; 
Undivided adoration 

To the one Jehovah give ! 

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^jJOO*"-^^ '^* rigr^< hand of the Majesty on higfu^^ 

1 He who on earth as man was known, 

And bore our sins and pains, 
Now, seated on th' eternal throne, 
The God of glory reigns. 

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide 

With an unerring skill, 
And countless worlds, extended wide. 
Obey his sovereign will. 

3 While harps unnumbered sound his praise 

In yonder world above. 
His saints on earth admire his ways. 
And glory in his love. 

4 When troubles, like a burning sun, 

Beat heavy on their head. 
To this almighty Rock they run. 

And find a pleasing shade. 
6 How glorious he ! how happy they, 

In such a glorious Friend ! 
Whose love secures them all the way. 

And crowns them at the end. 

4:0 5. Prayer for the Witness of the Spirit. 

1 Why should the children of a King 

Go mourning all their days ? 
Great Comforter ! descend and bring 
Some tokens of thy grace. 

2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints. 

And seal them heirs of heaven ? 
When wilt thou banish my complaints. 
And show my sins forgiven ? 

3 Assure my conscience of her part 

In my Redeemer's blood ; 
And bear thy witness with my heart, 
That I am born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of his love. 

The pledge of joys to come ; 
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
Will safe convey me home. 

The Bible for the Young. 
Psalm 119. 


1 How shall the young secure their hearts, 

And guard their lives from sin ? 
Thy word the choicest rules imparts, 
To keep the conscience clean, 

2 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light. 

That guides us all the day ; 
And, through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp to lead our way. 

3 Thy precepts make me truly wise : 

I hate the sinner's road ; 
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
But love thy law, my God. 

4 Thy word is everlasting truth, 

How pure is every page ! 
That holy book shall guide our youth, 
And well support our age. 

Qj_^, "'Return., O wanderer." 

1 Return, O wanderer, now return. 

And seek thy Father's face ! 
Those new desires, which in thee burn, 
Were kindled by his grace. 

2 Return, O wanderer, now return ! 

He hears thy humble sigh ; 
He sees thy softened spirit mourn, 
When no one else is nigh. 

3 Return, O wanderer, now return ! 

Thy Saviour bids thee live : 
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
How freely he '11 forgive. 

4 Return, O wanderer, now return, 

And wipe the falling tear ! 
Thy Father calls — no longer mourn : 
His love invites thee near. 

Q O • Prayer for a tender Consoienoe. 

1 Oh for a principle within 
Of jealous, godly fear ! 



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Oh for a tender dread of sin — 
A pain to feel it near ! 

2 That I from thee no more may part, 

No more thy goodness grieve, 
The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 
The tender conscience, give. 

3 Quick as the apple of the eye, 

God ! my conscience make ; 
Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 

And keep it still awake. 

4 If to the right or left I stray. 

That moment, Lord, reprove ; 
And let me weep my life away, 
For having grieved thy love. 
6 Oh, may the least omission pain 
- My well-instructed soul ; 
And drive me to the blood again, 
Which makes the wounded whole ! 

Q Q (j , " Verih/, God hath heard we."— Psalm 66. 

1 Now shall my solemn vows be paid 

To that almighty Power 
That heard the long requests I made 
In my distressful hour. 

2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare 

To make his mercies known ; 
Come, ye that fear my God, and hear 
The wonders he hath done. 
8 When on my head huge sorrows fell, 

1 sought his heavenly aid ; 

He saved my sinking soul from hell. 
And death's eternal shade. 
4 If sin lay covered in my heart 

While prayer employed my tongue. 
The Lord had shown me no regard, 
Nor I his praises sung. 
6 But God — his name be ever blest — 
Hath set my spirit free ; 

Nor turned from him my poor request. 
Nor turned his heart from me. 

Q Q • ^* '**'"' Contmandment, — John 13 : 84. 

1 With love the Saviour's heart o'erflowed ; 

Love spoke in every breath ; 
Supreme it reigned, throughout his life. 
And triumphed in his death. 

2 Behold, this new command he gives 

To those who bear his name, — 
That they shall one another love, 
As he hath loved them. 

3 In every action, every thought. 

Be this great law fulfilled ; 
Forgotten be each selfish aim. 
Each angry passion stilled. 

4 Let all who bear the name of Christ, 

While they his sufferings view. 
Think of his words, " Each other love, 
As I have loved you." 

\_j^ \, ^ ^ ^And entered into rest.'** 

1 Why should our tears in sorrow flow, 

When God recalls his own. 
And bids them leave a world of woe 
For an immortal crown ? 

2 Is not ev'n death a gain to those 

Whose life to God is given ? 
Gladly to earth their eyes they close. 
To open them in heaven. 

3 Their toils are past, their work is done, 

And they are fully blest : 
They fought the fight, the victory won. 
And entered into rest. 

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow : 

God has recalled his own : 
And let our hearts, in every woe. 
Still say— "Thy will be done!" 



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1 A FEW more years shall roll, 

A few more seasons come ; 
And we shall be with those that rest, 

Asleep within the tomb : 
Then, O my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that great day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 

2 A few more storms shall beat 

On this wild, rocky shore ; 
And we shall be where tempests cease. 

And surges swell no more : 
Then, O my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that calm day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood. 

And take my sins away ! 

3 A few more struggles here, 

A few more partings o'er, 
A few more toils, a few more tears, 

And we shall weep no more : 
Then, O my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that blest day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 

4 A few more Sabbaths here 

Shall cheer us on our way ; 
And we shall reach the endless rest, 

Th' eternal Sabbath-day : 
Then, O my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that sweet day ; 
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, 

And take my sins away ! 

5 T is but a little while. 

And he shall come again, 

Who died that we might live, who lives 
That we with him may reign : 

Then, O my Lord, prepare 
My soul for that glad day ; 

O wash me in thy precious blood, 
And take my sins away ! 


The Church in the WildemeM. 

1 Far down the ages now. 

Much of her journey done. 
The pilgrim church pursues her way, 
Until her crown be won. 

2 The story of the past 

Comes up before her view ; 
How well it seems to suit her still — • 
Old, and yet ever new ! 

3 It is the oft-told tale 

Of sin and weariness. 
Of grace and love yet flowing down 
To pardon and to bless. 

4 No wider is the gate. 

No broader is the way. 
No smoother is the ancient path, 
That leads to life and day. 

5 No sweeter is the cup. 

Nor less our lot of ill : 
'T was tribulation ages since, 
'T is tribulation still. 

6 No slacker grows the fight, 

No feebler is the foe, 
Nor less the need of armor tried, 
Of shield, and spear, and bow. 

1 Thus onward still we press, 

Through evil and through good, — 
Through pain, and poverty, and want. 
Through peril and through blood. 











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We follow where he leads the way, 
The kingdom in our view. 



limitation from, Heaven to Earth. 

1 Come to the land of peace ; 

From shadows come away ; 
Where all the sounds of weeping cease, 
And storms no more have sway. 

2 Fear hath no dwelling here ; 

But pure repose and love 
Breathe through the bright, celestial air 
The spirit of the dove. 

3 Come to the bright and blest, 

Gathered from every land ; 
For here thy soul shall find its rest, 
Amid the shining band. 

4 In this divine abode 

Change leaves no saddening trace ; 

Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, 
Thy holy resting-place. 

Trustful Activity .-*^cc\. 11 : 6. 


1 Sow in the morn thy seed, 

At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed ; 
Broad-cast it o'er the land ! 

2 Then duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength. 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
And the full corn at length. 

3 Thou canst not toil in vain : 

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry 
Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

4 Then, when the glorious end. 

The day of God, shall come. 
The angel-reapers shall descend. 
And heaven sing " Harvest-home ! " 



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4: U O • " Jesus, Lover of my soiU,^ 

1 Jesus, Lover of my soul, 

Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the waters near me roll, 

While the tempest still is high : 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide. 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide : 

Oh, receive my soul at last ! 

2 Other refuge have I none ; 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee : 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone; 

Still support and comfort me : 
All my trust on thee is stayed, 

All my help from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenseless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

Christ a student Saviour, 


1 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, 

More than all in thee I find : 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is thy name ; 

I am all unrighteousness : 
False and full of sin I am ; 

Thou art full of truth and grace, 

2 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to cover all my sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound. 

Make and keep me pure within. 
Thou of life the fountain art. 

Freely let me take of thee ; 
Spring thou up within my heart ; 

Rise to all eternity. 

4: X U • " Looking unto Jesus,'''' 

1 When, along life's thorny road, 
Faints the soul beneath the load, 
By its cares and sins oppressed, 
Finds on earth no peace or rest; 
When the wily tempter 's near. 
Filling us with doubts and fear : 
Jesus, to thy feet we flee ; 
Jesus, we will look to thee. 

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne 
List'nest to thy people's moan : 
Thou, the living Head, dost share 
Every pang thy members bear : 
Full of tenderness thou art, 

Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; 
Full of power, thine arm shall quell 
All the rage and might of hell. 

3 Mighty to redeem and save, 
Thou hast overcome the grave; 
Thou the bars of death hast riven. 
Opened wide the gate of heaven : 
Soon in glory thou shalt come. 
Taking thy poor pilgrims home : 
Jesus, then we all shall be 

Ever, ever, Lord, with thee ! 

The Thrice Holy One. 


1 Holy, holy, holy Lord 

God of Hosts ! when heaven and earth 
Out of darkness, at thy word 
Issued into glorious birth, 
All thy works before thee stood, 
And thine eye beheld them good ; 
While they sung with sweet accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord. 



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2 Holy, holy, holy ! thee, 

One Jehovah evermore, 
Father, Son, and Spirit ! we, 

Dust and ashes, would adore : 
Lightly by the world esteemed. 
From that world by thee redeemed, 
Sing we here with glad accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

3 Holy, holy, holy ! all 

Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing. 
While the ransomed nations fall 

At the footstool of their King : 
Then shall saints and seraphim. 
Harps and voices, swell one hymn. 
Blending in sublime accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

Q ^ y , " Whom hav€ I in hea/ven hut Thee V 

1 Lord of earth ! thy forming hand 
Well this beauteous frame hath planned,- 
Woods that wave, and hills that tower. 
Ocean rolling in his power : 

Yet, amid this scene so fair. 
Should I cease thy smile to share, 
What were all its joys to me? 
Whom have I on earth but thee ? 

2 Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight 
Shines a world of purer light ; 
There, in love's unclouded reign, 
Parted hands shall meet again : 
Oh, that world is passing &ir ! 
Yet, if thou wert absent there, 
What were all its joys to me ? 
Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 

3 Lord of earth and heaven ! my breast 
Seeks in thee its only rest : 

. I was lost ; thy accents mild 
Homeward lured thy wandering child. 
Oh ! should once thy smile divine 
Cease upon my soul to shine, 

What were earth or heaven to me ? 
Whom have I in each but thee ? 

The accepted Offering, 


1 Lord, what offering shall we bring. 

At thine altars when we bow ? 
Hearts, the pure unsullied spring. 

Whence the kind affections flow ; 
Soft compassion's feeling soul. 

By the melting eye expressed ; 
Sympathy, at whose control 

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast ; 

2 Willing hands to lead the blind. 

Bind the wounded, feed the poor ; 
Love, embracing all our kind ; 

Charity, with liberal store : — 
Teach us, O thou heavenly King, 

Thus to show our grateful mind, 
Thus th' accepted offering bring. 

Love to thee, and all mankind. 

The valley of the shadow of death.'' 
Psalm 23. 


1 Though I walk the downward shade. 

Deepening through the vale of death, 
Yet I will not be afraid. 

But, with my departing breath, 
I will glory in my Gojd, 

In my Saviour I will trust. 
Strengthened by his staff and rod, 

While this body falls to dust. 

2 Soon on wings, on wings of love, 

My transported soul shall rise, 
Like the home-returning dove. 

Vanishing through boundless skies ; 
Then, where death shall be no more. 

Sin nor sufl'ering e'er molest. 
All my days of mourning o'er. 

In his presence I shall rest. 



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1 While thee I seek, protecting Power ! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 

And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled ! 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; 

To thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferred by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear. 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favored hour. 

Thy love ray thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower. 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear. 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
That heart will rest on thee. 

^ X X • Bememhrance of Divine Mercies. 

1 When all thy mercies, O my God, 

My rising soul surveys. 
Transported with the view, I 'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise ! 

2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul 

Thy tender care bestowed. 
Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flowed. 

3 When, in the slippery paths of youth. 

With heedless step I ran. 
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe. 
And led me up to man. 

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks emplo}'^ ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

5 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue; 
And, after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 

6 Through all eternity to thee 

A joyful song I '11 raise : 
Buty oh ! eternity 's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 

AAA " Tour hea/venlr/ Father feedeth Vum^ 
^^^' Matt. 6 : 25— 34. 

1 Oh, why despond in life's dark vale % 

Why sink to fears a prey ? 
Th' almighty power can never fail, 
His love can ne'er decay. 

2 Behold the birds that wing the air, 

Nor sow nor reap the grain : 
Yet God, with all a father's care, 
Relieves when they complain. 

3 Behold the lilies of the -field : 

They toil nor labor know; 
Yet royal robes to theirs must yield, 
In beauty's richest glow. 

4 That God who hears the raven's cry. 

Who decks the lily's form, 
Will surely all your wants supply. 
And shield you in the storm. 

5 Seek first his kingdom's grace to share; 

Its righteousness pursue : 
And all that needs your earthly care 
Will be bestowed on you. 

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Why sink to fears a prey ? 
Th' almighty power can never fail, ■ 
His love can ne'er decay. ' 








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^\_Jj^ lHaitU Providence and Grace. 

1 Almighty Father ! gracious Lord ! 

Ejhd Guardian of my days ! 

Thy mercies let my heart record 

In songs of grateful praise. 

2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame 

Was thine indulgent care, 
Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 
Or breathe the infant prayer. 

3 Each rolling year new favors brought 

From thine exhaustless store ; 
But, ah ! in vain my laboring thought 
Would count thy mercies o'er. 

Still I adore thee, gracious Lord ! 

For favors more divine — 
That I have known thy sacred word, 

Where all thy glories shine. 

5 Lord, when this mortal frame decays. 
And every weakness dies. 
Complete the wonders of thy grace. 
And raise me to the skies. 

^BeHde the Mill «)a<er«."— Psalm 


1 The Lord himself, the mighty Lord, 

Vouchsafes to be my guide ; 
The Shepherd, by whose constant care 
My wants are all supplied. 

2 In tender grass he makes me feed, 

And gently there repose; 
Then leads me to cool shades, and where 
Refreshing water flows. 

8 He does my wandering soul reclaim, 
And, to his endless praise. 
Instruct with humble zeal to walk 
In hi8 most righteous ways. 

4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, 

From fear and danger free ; 
For there his aiding rod and staff 
Defend and comfort me. 

5 Since God doth thus his w^ondrouslove 

Through all my life extend, 
That life to him I will devote, 
And in his temple spend. 

^^AfuZ Jesus went tefore ihenu' 
Mark 10: 82. 


1 The Saviour ! — what a noble flame 

Was kindled in his breast. 
When, hasting to Jerusalem, 
He marched before the rest I 

2 Good will to men, and zeal for God, 

His every thought engross; 
He longs to be baptized with blood, 
He pants to reach the cross. 

3 With all his sufferings full in view. 

And woes to us unknown, 
Forth to the task his spirits flew : 
'T was love that urged him on. 

4 Lord, we return thee what we can; 

Our hearts shall sound abroad 
Salvation to the dying Man, 
And to the rising God ! 

5 And while thy bleeding glories here 

Engage our wondering eyes, 
We learn our lighter cross to bear. 
And hasten to the skies. 


Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
Where there are works to make hira 

Or saints to love the Lord I 


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Glory to our King^ 

1 Glory, glory to our King ! 

Crowns unfading wreathe his head; 
Jesus is the name we sing, — 

Jesus risen from the dead ; 
Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave ; 
Jesus, mighty now to save. 

2 Jesus is gone up on high, 

Angels come to meet their King ; 
Shouts triumphant rend the sky, 

While the Victor's praise they sing : 
" Open now, ye heavenly gates ! 
''T is the King of glory waits." 

3 Now behold him high enthroned, 

Glory beaming from his face ! 
By adoring angels owned, 

God of holiness and grace ! 
Oh, for hearts and tongues to sing 
" Glory, glory to our King !" 

4 Jesus, on thy people shine ; 

Warm our hearts and tune our tongues, 
That with angels we may join. 

Share their bliss, and swell their songs; 
Glory, honor, praise, and power, 
Lord, be thine for evermore ! 


''lamth* Light of the World."" 

Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
Christ, the true, the only light, 
Sun of Righteousness ! arise ; 

Triumph o'er the shades of night ; 
Day-spring from on high, be neai ; 
Day-star, in my heart appear ! 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, 

If thy light is hid from me ; 
Joyless is the day's return. 

Till thy mercy's beams I see — 
Till they inward light impart. 
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 

3 Visit, then, this soul of mine ; 

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief, 
Fill me, radiant Sun divine I 

Scatter all my unbelief: 
More and more thyself display, 
Shining to the perfect day. 


" ThB Praise of all HU sainta.^ 

Praise to God on high be given ! 
Praise him, all in earth and heaven ; 
Praise him at the dawn of light. 
Praise him at returning night : 
Saints below, and saints above. 
Praise, oh, praise the God of love ! 


Praise the name of God most high ; 
Praise him, all below the sky ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore his praise shall last. 









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I _|_4:« **Bbw much I owe.''"' 

1 When this passing world is done, — 
When has sunk yon glorious sun ; 
When we stand with Christ in glory, 
Looking o'er life's finished story ; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe ! 

2 When I hear the wicked call 
On the rocks and hills to fall ; 
When I see them start and shrink, 
On the fiery deluge brink ; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know- 
Not till then — how much I owe ! 

3 When I stand before the throne. 
Clothed in beauty not my own ; 
When I see thee as thou art, 
Love thee with unsinning heart ; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe ! 

4 When the praise of heaven I hear, 
Loud as thunders to the ear, 
Loud as many waters' noise. 
Sweet as harp's melodious voice. 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe ! 


Ohligation to Christ manifested. 

1 Chosen not for good in me, 
Wakened up from wrath to flee, 
Hidden in the Saviour's side. 
By the Spirit sanctified— 
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show. 
By my love, how much I owe. 

2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud. 
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud ; 
But, when fear is at the height, 
Jesus comes, and all is light ; 
Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
Doubting saints how much I owe. 

3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign — 
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain ; 
But a night thine anger burns — 
Morning comes, and joy returns : 
God of comforts ! bid me shovV- 
To thy poor how much I owe. 

4 When in flowery paths I tread, 
Oft by sin I 'm captive led ; 
Oft I fall, but still arise — 
Jesus comes — the tempter flies : 
Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
Weary sinners all I owe. 



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OU. "^ Psalm 95. 

1 Come, sound his praise abroad, 

And hymns of glory sing : 
Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
The universal King. 

2 He formed the deeps unknown ; 

He gave the seas their bound ; 
The watery worlds are all his own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at his throne, 

Come, bow before the Lord : 
We are his work and not our own ; 
He formed us by his word. 

4 To-day attend his voice. 

Nor dare provoke his rod ; 
Come, like the people of his choice. 
And own your gracious God. 


•' 7%e Lord is risen indeed.'' 

1 " The Lord is risen indeed :" 

Now is his work performed ; 

Now is the mighty Captive freed, 

And death our foe disarmed. 

2 "The Lord is risen indeed :" 

The grave has lost his prey ; 
With him is risen the ransomed seed 
To reign in endless day. 

3 " The Lord is risen indeed :" 

He lives, to die no more ; 
He lives, the sinner's cause to plead. 
Whose curse and shame he bore. 

4 " The Lord is risen indeed :" 

Attending angels, hear; 
Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, 
The joyful tidings bear. 

5 Then take your golden lyres. 

And strike each cheerful chord ; 
Join all the bright, celestial choirs, 
To sing our risen Lord ! 

'i stand on Zion's mount.^ 


1 I STAND on Zion's mount. 

And view my starry crown ; 
No power on earth my hope can shake. 
Nor hell can thrust me down. 

2 The lofty hills and towers. 

That lift their heads on high, 
Shall all be leveled low in dust — 
Their very names shall die. 

3 The vaulted heavens shall fall, 

Built by Jehovah's hands ; 
But firmer than the heavens, the Bock 
Of my salvation stands. 

^^ So fight I, not as one that heattth th4 


My soul ! weigh not thy life 

Against thy heavenly crown. 
Nor suffer Satan's deadliest strife 

To beat thy courage down. 
With prayer and crying strong, 

Hold on the fearful fight ; 
And let the breaking day prolong 

The wrestling of the night. 
The battle soon will yield, 

If thou thy part fulfill ; 
For, strong as is the hostile shield, 

Thy sword is stronger still. 

Thine armor is divine, — 
Thy feet with victory shod ; 

And on thy head shall quickly shine 
The diadem of God ! 





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OOO, Eph. 6:11-14. 

1 Soldiers of Christ ! arise, 

And put your armor on, — 
Strong in the strength which God sup- 
Through his eternal Son, — 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 

And in his mighty power : 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand, then, in his great might. 

With all his strength endued ; 
But take, to arm you for the fight, 
I'he panoply of God ; 

4 That, having all things done, 

And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone. 
And stand entire at last. 

X U X 4:» "-^y '^« grace of God, I am what I am.'* 
1 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound, 
Harmonious to the ear ; 


Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 

To save rebellious man ; 
And all the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace taught my wandering feet 

To tread the heavenly road ; 
And new supplies each hour I meet. 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown. 

Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 


The Father and the Son, 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 






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Y Q "■Arise^ Lord God, into Thy resting-place.''^ 
% tJ • 2 Chron. 6: 41. 

1 God in his temple let us meet ; 
Low on our knees before him bend ; 
Here hath he fixed his mercy-seat, 
Here, on his Sabbath we attend. 

2 Arise into thy resting-place, 

Thou, and thy ark of strength, O Lord ! 
Shine through the vail — we seek thyface ; 
Speak, for we hearken to thy word. 

3 With righteousness thy priests array; 
Joyful thy chosen people be : 

Let those who teach, and hear, and pray. 
Let all, be holiness to thee. 

^ • Christ present in the Sanctuary. 

1 How sweet to leave the world awhile. 
And seek the presence of our Lord ; 
Dear Saviour, on thy people smile, 
And come, according to thy word. 

2 From busy scenes we now retreat. 
That we may here converse with thee ; 
Ah, Lord, behold us at thy feet ! 

Let this the " gate of heaven" be. 

3 " Chief of ten thousand !" now appear. 
That we by faith may see thy face ; 
Oh, speak, that we thy voice may hear, 
And let thy presence fill this place ! 

Q (J Q , " Neither is there salvation in any other.'''' 

1 How shall the sons of men appear. 
Great God ! before thine awful bar ? 
How may the guilty hope to find 
Acceptance with th* eternal Mind ? 

2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries, 
Not the most costly sacrifice. 

Not infant blood, profusely spilt, 
Will expiate a sinner's guilt. 

3 Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine alone, 
Hath sovereign virtue to atone : 
Here will we rest our only plea, 
When we approach, great God ! to thee. 

Q/LV " TTnto the Lamh for ever.^ 

0'±Lj. Eev. 5. 

1 What equal honors shall we bring 
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, 
When all the notes that angels sing 
Are far inferior to thy name ? 

2 Worthy is he who once was slain. 
The Prince of Peace, who groaned 

and died ; 
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign 
At his almighty Father's side. 

3 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, 
Who bore the curse for wretched men : 
Let angels sound his sacred name, 
And every creature say. Amen ! 

1 C\^ ^ Solomon's Prayer. 

±\J i JLi» 2 Chron. 6. 

1 When in these courts we seek thy face, 
And dying sinners pray to live, 

Hear thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, 
And when thou hearest, Lord ! forgive. 

2 When here thy messengers proclaim 
The blessed gospel of thy Son, 
Still by the power of his great name 
Be mighty signs and wonders done. 

3 Hosanna ! — to the heavenly King 
When children's voices raise that song — 
Hosanna ! — let their angels sing. 
And heaven with earth the strain pro- 

4 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign 
Here to abide, no transient guest ? 
Here will the world's Redeemer reign, 
And here the Holy Spirit rest ? 















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6 That glory never hence depart ! 
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone : 
Thy kingdom come to every heart ; 
In every bosom fix thy throne. 


" Why is Sis chariot so long in coming f " 

T^wu in faithfulness hast afflicted me." 


1 Long unaflflicted, undismayed, 

In pleasure's path secure I strayed ; 
Thou mad'st me feel thy chastening rod, 
And straight I turned unto my God. 

2 What though it pierced my fainting heart, 
I blessed thy hand that caused the smart ; 
It taught my tears awhile to flow, 

But saved me from eternal woe. 

3 Oh ! hadst thou left me unchastised, 
Thy precepts I had still despised ; 
And still the snare in secret laid 
Had my unwary feet betrayed. 

4 I love thee, therefore, O my God ! 
And long to reach thy dear abode ; 
Where, in thy presence fully blest. 
Thy chosen saints for ever rest. 


The world shall hear Thy voice."" 

1 Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power. 
Be this thy Zion's favored hour ; 

Bid the bright morning Star arise, 
And point the nations to the skies. 

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, — 
On Afric's shore, on India's plains. 

On wilds and continents unknown, — 
And make the nations all thine own. 

8 Speak! and the world shall hear thy 
voice ; 
Speak ! and the deserts shall rejoice ; 
Scatter the gloom of heathen night, 
And bid all nations hail the light. 


1 Gently, my Saviour, let me down, 
To slumber in the arms of death ; 
I rest my soul on